"...Aren't you speaking too soon?" She pushed him with her hand, showing an exasperated expression, "President Fu, aren't you a bit too confident?"
"Today, you seem a bit different." The man changed the subject, pinching her chin with one hand and slightly lifting it as if seriously admiring a piece of art.
"How does that feel?" she asked with interest, wanting to hear what kind of comment he would make.
The man pondered for a moment with furrowed brows and said, "Still so beautiful."
"..." Lin Luqiu gave up; as expected, he was a typical straightforward guy.
Other than beautiful and pretty, there were no other adjectives.
If Yueyue were here, the compliments would never end. But then again, as long as he thinks she's beautiful, that's all that matters, isn't it? Isn't that what she wants?
"President Fu, have you finished your work? When do we leave?"