"Like a flower, as jade?" The young man's eyes widened as he looked at Su Zhiruan, but seeing the smile play upon her lips, he knew she was teasing him, "Don't joke around..."
Su Zhiruan glanced at her phone, ready to wait for their call and then give them a piece of her mind. Hearing Wen Qingyu's words, she casually replied, "Okay, I'll stop joking."
After hearing her response, the young man became a tad flustered, stumbling over his words, "No... that's not what I meant... I think it's very good..."
As he spoke, he became somewhat indiscreet, his ear tips turned slightly red. He glanced at Su Zhiruan and then lowered his head, looking for an excuse to leave with the dishes.
Witnessing this series of small gestures, Su Zhiruan realized what was happening. Her eyes brimming with mirth, she suddenly grabbed Wen Qingyu's sleeve.
In just a split second, she swiftly tousled his hair, then returned to her seat, still smiling.
