Chapter 65 Clumsy

This is a forced date; she has to play by the rules and can't refuse.

Even though He Ziyan gave her the opportunity to refuse.

Putting all that aside, what are her true thoughts?

She didn't know.

My mind is a complete mess.

"Gurgle, gurgle..."

Steam billowed from the saucepan, and a ring of white foam rose up.

Jiang Luo was the first to notice and shouted, "Pot!"

He Ziyan rushed over immediately.

In the blink of an eye, he had appeared in front of the stove and turned off the fire.

Jiang Luo exclaimed in surprise, "You were so fast just now! You were like a gust of wind, you just darted past in a flash."

This was the first time she had ever seen He Ziyan so flustered.

He Ziyan blushed as he buried himself in wiping the water stains on the countertop.

He was so eager to know Jiang Luo's answer that he made a mistake in his haste.

A rare display of unsteadiness.

With his shoulders slightly hunched, He Ziyan's back view resembled that of a child who had done something wrong.

Jiang Luo chuckled to herself.

The fact that He Ziyan makes mistakes is surprisingly endearing and makes him seem more real, no longer like a deity who has descended to earth to inspect the world.

Jiang Luo placed the flowers on the dining table.

As my fingers brushed against the petals, I unconsciously fiddled with them, my eyes and brows enveloped in the fragrance of the flowers.

She loved it so much.

Just as Jiang Luo sat down, He Ziyan arrived carrying a bowl of noodles.

She looked up at him and said, "Thank you."

He Ziyan's ears were still red, the embarrassment from making a mistake had not yet faded.

"You're welcome," He Ziyan said in a muffled voice.

He put down the bowl, returned to his original spot, picked up his laptop, and sat down next to Jiang Luo.

Jiang Luo paused for a moment, her hand holding the wooden chopsticks steaming, and her eyes curved slightly.

Peaceful and serene times, this is probably what it means.

But the next second, a clear and crisp voice shattered the tranquility.

"Luo Luo, this is the schedule I arranged." He Ziyan pushed the laptop over.

Putting down her chopsticks, Jiang Luo wiped her lips with a tissue while turning her head to look.

The screen displays a neatly formatted table.

[Luo Luo eats breakfast between 12 PM and 1 PM.]

[From 1 PM to 2 PM, depart for Chunxing Amusement Park.]

...

Jiang Luo: "..."

Isn't the essence of dating about surprises?

You've already told me what I'm going to do, so what surprise am I supposed to expect?

Is this a "one-day dating tour"?

Forcing a smile, Jiang Luo pointed to the first line and asked, "How did you know I would get up at 12 o'clock?"

"The original draft was for 8 o'clock, but I changed it after seeing you leave the room," He Ziyan explained seriously.

Jiang Luo: ...Thank you for your 8 o'clock.

"If you have other places you'd like to go, you can tell me, and I'll make changes." He Ziyan's face was full of sincerity, perhaps even considering himself to have the best attitude.

Jiang Luo remembered that Zheng Man had once said that He Ziyan had only dated robots.

Perhaps dating a robot does require meticulous planning, down to the minute.

But she's not a robot.

Jiang Luo raised her hand, her fingers pointing downwards, her wrist arching.

*Smack*

She gracefully closed her laptop.

He Ziyan was puzzled, his expression like that of a small stray dog ​​tilting its head and watching the passing cars by the roadside in the countryside.

Jiang Luo was surprised.

I actually saw clumsiness on He Ziyan's face!

Even He Ziyan has things he's not good at!

Then she'll have to teach him a lesson.

"This isn't a math problem; there's no need to follow the steps one by one. Try... being a little more casual?"

She paraphrased what he had said the night before.

A tacit understanding arises, giving rise to an indescribable sweetness.

Pushing up his glasses, He Ziyan obediently replied, "Okay, I understand."

-

After breakfast, He Ziyan took on the task of washing the dishes, while Jiang Luo went back to her room to change her clothes.

Almost the instant she closed the door, she rushed to the wardrobe, opened the door, and began selecting clothes for going out.

He tried on one long shirt and skirt after another, and if he wasn't satisfied, he would throw them away.

The more clothes piled up on the bed, the more there were.

Jiang Luo ultimately chose SL's spring collection, a beige long dress embroidered with roses, paired with a denim jacket.

Then, sitting in front of the dressing table, I picked up the bottles and jars and started applying creams and lotions.

As she was applying makeup in front of the mirror, she suddenly froze.

The woman in the mirror was not in her usual black, white, or gray tones, but in bright, vibrant colors.

On her face, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, and every inch of her skin seemed to be filled with joy.

It has nothing to do with being "aloof".

Where did the aloofness go?

Where's the villainous woman I was promised?

What is she doing?

Jiang Luo put down her eyebrow pencil and suddenly realized.

How did she become like this?

Is it because of He Ziyan?

What if He Ziyan leaves after tomorrow?

What if He Ziyan loses contact with her after the dating reality show ends?

She shouldn't get caught up in these surging emotions.

This is not her.

Snap.

The eyebrow pencil cap should be closed tightly.

After staring at the mirror for a few seconds to compose herself, Jiang Luo got up, picked up the sunglasses on the table, and put them on.

Carefully selecting clothes and putting on exquisite makeup are both ways of sending signals to the other person.

I have feelings for you and want to spend a wonderful day with you. I hope to take things to the next level with you.

Not choosing clothes or wearing makeup is also a way of sending a signal.

I have a neutral feeling towards you and have no expectations for the date.

Jiang Luo reluctantly chose the latter.

As long as He Ziyan is sensible enough to stop his flirtatious advances, she can rationally cut off her growing affections and then focus on completing her work.

She will stay in this dating reality show.

And this is her only job at this stage.

We can't mess this up.

"I'm ready."

As soon as Jiang Luo came out, He Ziyan, who was sitting on the sofa, stood up.

The two set off.

He Ziyan drove, and Jiang Luo sat in the passenger seat.

The photographers didn't get in the car; they only set up their equipment inside and followed behind in their car.

"You look beautiful." As the car started, He Ziyan glanced at Jiang Luo almost imperceptibly.

Right now.

Jiang Luo leaned back in her seat, looking straight ahead, her voice calm: "I'm not pretty today, I didn't put on makeup."

This was her explicit instruction.

It's clear she's not wearing makeup, and it's clear she's not looking forward to the date.

Even so, she was actually looking forward to it.

She couldn't let He Ziyan continue to tug at her heartstrings; she had to take the initiative to distance herself from him and make him back down.

"Do you usually wear makeup?" He Ziyan asked as the car drove into the residential area's driveway.

Biting her lip, Jiang Luo steeled herself and answered stiffly, "Except in the small room, I usually wear makeup."

The implication is that she only doesn't wear makeup when she's on a date with you.

"Did you also have makeup on at yesterday's press conference?" He Ziyan asked again.

Jiang Luo: Hey, hey, hey, we've gone off-topic.

"It's melted," she replied.

He Ziyan said calmly, "There's no difference from now, except that my lips were redder yesterday."

Jiang Luo: "..."

“Makeup is a mask,” He Ziyan said. “It can make you look like anything you want to be. When you’re not wearing makeup, you’re just being yourself, and that’s perfectly fine.”

Others see you wearing a mask, but I, from the very beginning, have seen the real you.

He Ziyan felt a surge of secret joy.

Jiang Luo turned her face away, pushed her sunglasses up a centimeter on the bridge of her nose, and looked out the window.

What He Ziyan said... was quite pleasing to the ear.

Jiang Luo got angry with herself again.

Why am I always so easily moved by him?

On one hand, she hated herself, but on the other hand, she couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips into a smile.

The vehicle sped along the road, scattering golden fragments on the ground.