The Real World 2

"Like?..." Wen Nannan hesitated slightly. Among Brother Lu's relatives, was there anyone else surnamed Mo?

But in Lu Huai's ears, her question got processed into something entirely different:

"You like him?"

"Like."

The surrounding air tightened like invisible chains around the throat. His body slowly froze, cold frost creeping over his skin, reason being stripped away piece by piece. Only a tiny ember deep in his heart still flickered, barely holding on.

In his ears, the person across from her wouldn't stop talking.

"Brother Lu, you see..." Wen Nannan hadn't even finished her sentence when suddenly the man stepped in close. "Am I good-looking?"

What? That sudden question caught her completely off guard. Wen Nannan froze.

"Am I good-looking?" Lu Huai repeated, looking down at her.