Following the grumpy Lin Qianru, Lu Tianxing hummed a tune carelessly and admired her perfect figure from behind.
Taking the elevator straight up to the sixth floor, they arrived at a front door. Lin Qianru pulled out her keys, opened the door, and kicked off her high heels casually, revealing her small, delicate, and flawless white feet on the carpet—so cute that Lu Tianxing couldn't help but sneak a glance.
Feeling Lu Tianxing's gaze, Lin Qianru's heart trembled. A strong sense of pride welled up in her heart unbidden. A woman does not need to be stunning or universally praised; she just needs to enchant the man she likes. For her, the admiration of the man she adored meant more than that of millions.
"Tianxing, wait a minute, I will find you a pair of shoes."
After changing into a pair of bunny slippers, Lin Qianru turned her back to Lu Tianxing and began to rummage through the shoe cabinet.
