In her heart, she looked down on Huo Jincheng, thinking that at his age—which really wasn't that old but still older than her—he was still like this.
Clearly, he's already twenty-eight years old, yet still like this.
Actually, she didn't dislike it, it was just embarrassingly awkward.
It's fine as long as no one sees it.
Since no one sees it, it could even be called an amusement!
In this aspect, Lu Xingzhi and her future husband were the same, both a bit introverted and secretly passionate.
Seeing her close her eyes, Huo Jincheng didn't do anything else. He squeezed her hand, opened his notebook, and began working.
Lu Xingzhi was his future wife, the girl he loved. Naturally, he couldn't bear to see her suffer or be worried about her. Originally, he actually didn't need to accompany her here.
But, if he couldn't see with his own eyes that she was well, if he couldn't personally take care of her, he wouldn't feel at ease in the Capital City.
