After getting their milk teas, Muxia and Jiang Qingchen didn't stay to drink them in the store. Instead, they ran off to a small park and sat side by side on the grass by the lake.
Muxia leaned her head on his shoulder, cradling the milk tea in her hands and sipping it with a "slurp slurp" sound.
Jiang Qingchen looked down at her delicate and pure brows and eyes with affection.
Muxia blushed from his gaze and, trying to make her movements less rough, she asked in embarrassment, "Do I come off as very unladylike?"
It was strange—before, she had never felt shy or embarrassed in front of him, but ever since they got together, she found the skin on her face thinning, easily blushing at the slightest misstep.
Jiang Qingchen stroked her soft hair and said with doting laughter, "How could that be!"
"I like you, whether you're ladylike or not, you're the best to me," said Jiang Qingchen, his words laden with smiles and certainty.
