Liang Che felt he couldn't continue to work tonight. So after the meal, he went upstairs together with Ming Shu.
"Which is your floor?"
"Eighth."
"Floor eight…" Ming Shu pressed the eight, then pressed the button of her floor.
Liang Che looked at it, staying calm and collected.
It was quiet in the elevator, and Ming Shu put her hand on the handrail casually.
There was no hiding from the mirrors.
Ding—
It was the eighth floor. Liang Che paused for a second and lifted his foot to leave. "Next time you go out, remember to disguise yourself a little."
Ming Shu asked back, "Why should I disguise myself when I look so good?"
Beauty was for others to see.
Not just for herself to appreciate, okay?!
Liang Che: "…"
Liang Che gave up.
"Alas." Ming Shu reached out to block the elevator doors that were about to be closed. "Young brother, what's your phone number?"
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