Just past 6 PM, Lu Liang waited at the building entrance. Originally, he and Su Wanyu had planned to leave the office together, but she insisted he go ahead to get the car while she made a quick stop at the restroom. Lu Liang offered to wait for her outside the restroom, but she refused, leaving him guessing what she was up to. Bored, he sat in the car scrolling through his phone. In just one afternoon, his Weibo follower count had surpassed 200,000. Suddenly, he began to understand why Wang Xiaocong enjoyed showing off online. Pretending to be cool was momentarily thrilling, but doing it all the time felt like perpetual exhilaration. Thousands, even tens of thousands of people flattered him without reservation, casually calling him “husband” or “dad,” with no hesitation at all. Even something as simple as a polite greeting with a giveaway post prompted countless people to praise his kindness and gentlemanly demeanor. Curious, Lu Liang clicked on their profile pictures. Just then, a knock on the car window startled him. A beautiful woman with large, bright eyes stood outside, looking about 80% similar to Su Wanyu and wearing the same plain-colored dress. “Miss, who are you?” Lu Liang opened the door, smiling playfully. After a month of knowing her, he’d only seen Su Wanyu without glasses once, but that single time had left a lasting impression. Her delicate features were accentuated by her vivid, lively eyes. Her long lashes curled slightly upward, adding to her radiant, captivating gaze. “My sister went home. I’m her younger sister, Su Wanjun.” Su Wanyu’s cheeks flushed a delicate pink, as vibrant as a freshly bloomed flower that had lain dormant for years, finally revealing its beauty. “Wanjun, are you sure your sister won’t be mad if you treat me to dinner?” Lu Liang teased, his eyes filled with admiration. Blushing furiously under Lu Liang’s intense gaze, Su Wanyu averted her eyes and stayed silent. Lu Liang chuckled softly and shifted his focus. “Where to?” “To the Haidilao by Chenghuang Temple.” Su Wanyu stole a quick glance at him, relieved to find his attention elsewhere. She fiddled with her dress hem nervously, unsure what to say—it was clearly her first date. “You look great without glasses,” Lu Liang commented unexpectedly. Her cheeks reddened further as she mumbled, “I’m just not used to it. I’ve been wearing glasses since elementary school.” “Don’t you feel a sense of freedom when you switch to contact lenses, like breaking free from a constraint?” “Yes, but they’re not always convenient. Sometimes I forget to take them out, and other times I accidentally lose one.” Her words began tumbling out. Despite her reputation among friends as a reserved "closed gourd," she found herself chatting endlessly with Lu Liang, as if she could talk forever.   𝙍áŊÔ𐌱ЕṨ They soon arrived at the Haidilao near Chenghuang Temple. When the area was empty, Su Wanyu stayed close, but as soon as they encountered people, she instinctively kept her distance from Lu Liang. Amused, Lu Liang stepped forward, taking her hand in his. Her skin was smooth and delicate, soft like cotton. “Am I that embarrassing to be seen with?” he whispered, his lips almost brushing her ear. Caught off guard, Su Wanyu froze like a startled bird, her palms clammy with sweat. “No, it’s just a bit strange.” “Strange because it’s unfamiliar. You’ll get used to it.” Lu Liang chuckled, feeling the rising warmth in her palm. While her hand no longer sweated, the flush on her pale skin deepened, matching the color of her cheeks, even through her foundation. Even with a delayed reaction, it was obvious—she had probably never had a boyfriend or been on a date. Su Wanyu glared at him, her eyes wide yet unfocused. “There are shops,” he replied softly, lifting their clasped hands. “I just wanted to spend more time with you.” Unknowingly, their fingers had intertwined completely, intimate and inseparable.