Change into slippers, undo buttons, hang up the coat, and remove the black-framed glasses from a proud nose.
Guan Yongyi lifted her chin, pulled out her bowtie, snuggled into the center of the sofa with her white socks crossed, and looked at Lu Jincheng, who was amusing himself with the cat. She finally relaxed.
It must be said, even her preparation for the contest was full of ritualistic sense.
The short-haired girl had changed into an autumn and winter school style outfit, a blazer with a shirt and skirt, in a classic black-white-black layered combination.
Whether on stage or off, up close, a sense of refined sophistication was unmistakable.
"You... not going out for dinner later?"
Lu Jincheng watched the girl through the floor mirror, catching every movement she made.
Glasses placed on the coffee table, bowtie carelessly thrown nearby, as Guan Yongyi bent down to get a hairband from her makeup box, the man spoke.
