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Perhaps on the Xi'an City Wall, someone swore to remain inseparable; perhaps it would take a trip to Dali to love sincerely.
The phone rang, and Sang Yu took a few steps back, picking up her phone from the coffee table. Seeing that it was Lu Jing calling, she took a deep breath and answered.
"Hello?" Her voice was soft, melting Lu Jing's heart, causing him to unconsciously lower his tone.
"Are you ready? I'm already at the entrance of the community." Lu Jing's sexy, magnetic voice came through the phone.
"Yes," Sang Yu replied, feeling a bit flushed. She wasn't sure if it was because of the warmth in the room or the thick clothes she was wearing.
"Don't rush; I'll wait for you." At that moment, Lu Jing was exceptionally patient.
"Okay, bye." Sang Yu hung up the phone, patted her slightly warm cheeks, grabbed her beige down jacket from the hook by the door, wrapped a scarf around her neck, and stepped outside.
As Sang Yu approached the entrance of the community, she spotted Lu Jing standing by the roadside. However, he was on another call and hadn't noticed her yet.
"Help me schedule an appointment with Hai Sheng's Zhu for tomorrow. Try to make it for the morning," Lu Jing instructed over the phone.
Listening to Lu Jing's conversation, Sang Yu guessed it was something work-related.
When Lu Jing turned around and saw Sang Yu standing behind him, a serious expression melted into a smile.
"Um... just handle it as you see fit. We can discuss the rest when I get to the office tomorrow."
"Alright, just like that." Lu Jing hung up.
"Is it cold?" he asked with concern. The temperature had dropped a bit after the recent rain, and Sang Yu's nose was slightly red from the chill.
He noticed that Sang Yu seemed quite sensitive to cold. The last time he visited her at school, although she appeared bundled up, her hands were icy.
Sang Yu buried her mouth in her scarf, making her words somewhat muffled.
Unable to help himself, Lu Jing chuckled softly and opened the passenger door for her to get in.
Sang Yu shot him a glance as she settled into the car. "What’s so funny?"
While waiting for Sang Yu, Lu Jing had kept the engine running, so the car was warm. Sang Yu took off her scarf and placed it on her lap.
Only then did Lu Jing get a good look at Sang Yu's face. It was noticeably different from their previous encounters; this time her features were more refined—she had clearly put on makeup.
Previously, Sang Yu had appeared quite innocent; now there was a hint of allure about her.
Lu Jing felt his forehead twitch involuntarily. Suddenly, he didn't want to take her out; he didn't want anyone else to see her like this. He had never realized how strong his possessiveness could be.
"Don't wear makeup anymore."
Sang Yu was taken aback. "Why?" she asked, a hint of confusion in her voice. Did he not like how she looked when she put on makeup?
Feeling a wave of sadness, Sang Yu lowered her head. She rarely wore makeup and wasn't very skilled at it. A sense of grievance welled up inside her, and she felt the heat rising in her eyes. If she had known this would happen, she wouldn't have agreed to have dinner with him, she thought stubbornly.
Lu Jing could tell from Sang Yu's expression that she misunderstood his intention. However, he couldn't exactly say that he didn't want others to see her like this. At a loss for how to respond to her question, he could only awkwardly say, "Just... look."
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