Lin Baici's emotional intelligence was only average; he's not someone adept at reading between the lines. Moreover, he was dealing with a girl like Ji Xinyan, who was good at hiding her true emotions, so he had no way of determining what her mood was when they ran into an acquaintance while out shopping.
Lin Baici knew some girls didn't want their male friends to be part of their social circle.
"Xinyan!"
The girl ran over.
She was only a bit shorter than Ji Xinyan. If they weren't standing together, she was also the tall and slim type, with long legs wrapped in form-fitting jeans, showing a hint of fullness.
Not the kind of fat, just the type that fills the jeans tightly from top to bottom, especially around the hips, making one feel the impulse to give a playful smack.
On top, she wore a V-neck knitted sweater, with a plain jacket draped over her left arm, a delicate face with makeup that could score an eight out of ten.
"Yixiao!"
Ji Xinyan greeted.
