Shi Nian exclaimed in surprise, but it was too late to stop: "Yanqing, what are you doing?"
She had just finished her protest when he reached back and snatched away the black-framed glasses on her nose. Shi Nian's second cry of surprise followed: "What exactly are you doing!"
He laughed mischievously like a child whose ghostly trick had succeeded: "Don't disguise yourself in front of me."
Shi Nian's face turned red again.
Indeed, at the company, she tied her hair in an old-fashioned bun, perched black-framed glasses on her nose, and chose the most formal suit, all to appear more mature and composed. As if only this way could she better find her professional footing as a reporter.
"Don't be like this." In a panic, Shi Nian reached to grab the glasses: "I'm used to wearing them. If you don't let me wear them while working, I'll feel insecure."
"No." He confiscated the plain glasses and stuffed them into his pants pocket.
