At 5:30 pm when Lu Zhaoran came to pick up Yan Luoxi, she had already changed into her evening gown, a nude-colored dress that seemed to float around her, complemented by delicate nude makeup, making her look like an ethereal fairy who knew nothing of the world's troubles.
Lu Zhaoran leaned against the white Cayenne, casually smoking a cigarette. In just a moment, he saw the woman arrive in full makeup and was struck by her stunning appearance, so much that he didn't even notice the cigarette burning down to his fingers.
It was only when his fingers were singed by the cigarette butt that he snapped back to reality, hastily throwing it away and quickly stepping forward to greet her.
"Luoluo, you look so beautiful."
Yan Luoxi ignored his compliment, pulled open the passenger door, and bent down to get in. "Let's go, we are probably going to be late."
