Peering at Chen Jieyu as she wore her gold-rimmed glasses with a slight frown, Cheng Zhu couldn't help but say, "Have you been told that you actually look quite serious when you're expressionless or frowning?"
"Uh," Chen Jieyu caught his gaze for a moment before slowly nodding her head.
She thought he might be somewhat put off by it.
That would make sense, wouldn't it? It would certainly add a sense of distance.
Others might be all lovey-dovey at times like these, faces full of attachment, but not her.
After all, she was of the mature woman age group; though she hadn't experienced much herself, she had definitely seen enough TV shows and movies to know about those sweet scenes.
"Men probably prefer that kind of woman, don't they?" she mused.
Little did she know that Cheng Zhu actually favored her seriousness, desired her ascetic demeanor.
