"It's fine," Liu Zheng said. In fact, he was early. His gaze fell on her and lingered, unable to turn away for a long time.
Xu Ai's heart pounded uncontrollably under his intense stare, slightly at a loss, worried he wouldn't like what he saw. She felt like an older single woman desperate to marry, suddenly introduced to a high-quality prospect. She had dressed up with care, full of anticipation, nervous and flustered, fearing even the slightest sign of his disapproval.
"Do I look weird in what I'm wearing?"
The Adam's apple in Liu Zheng's throat bobbed up and down and he looked at her with deep eyes, "Very beautiful."
Xu Ai's heart instantly bloomed with joy, as if a flock of doves singing songs flew through it, buoyant and elated.
"Isn't it tiring to run all the way here in high heels?" Liu Zheng asked, his eyes on her white ankles with a noticeable red mark from rubbing against the shoes. It stood out vividly against her fair skin.
