Since he had proactively punctured that paper-thin veil, they could not pretend nothing had happened.
Fang Yuan took a deep breath, determined to face Lu Yuan sideways, "Mr. Lu, what exactly do you mean?"
Lu Yuan's lips curled up slightly, with a trace of tender warmth in his smile. His dark brown eyes behind the lenses were like the abyss, possessing a lethal attraction that silently lured in the prey.
"So insightful as you are, Miss Fang, do you really not understand? Or have I not made it obvious enough?"
Fang Yuan's breath caught, and she quickly lowered her head, not daring to meet his eyes. She had always been a top student and attractive, with suitors as numerous as fish crossing the river. Throughout the years, she had never chosen to date, not because she was too picky, but because she was steadfast—if she did not like someone, she absolutely would not settle.
Lu Yuan's assertive intrusion had left her flustered, and she had to admit, she felt something for Lu Yuan.
