Wen Zhixia waved the microphone in her hand: "I'll clip your collar shut for you."

Shen Jiachen nodded silently: "...Okay."

Wen Zhixia bent down slightly, and because of the microphones, the two of them were closer together than usual.

Shen Jiachen slightly raised his chin, but his gaze remained fixed on Wen Zhixia's face.

It turns out she had a very small and faint mole on the tip of her nose, which was almost invisible unless you looked closely.

Shen Jiachen wanted to look at her a few more times, but Wen Zhixia had already put the microphone in his mouth and even straightened his collar: "Senior, all done."

Shen Jiachen lowered his head and subconsciously glanced at the microphone, realizing that Wen Zhixia was about to leave.

He blurted out, "Zhi... Wen Zhixia."

Wen Zhixia looked down at him: "What's wrong, senior?"

Shen Jiachen calmly asked, "I've heard others call you Zhixia. May I call you Zhixia?"

“Sure.” Wen Zhixia didn’t quite understand why Shen Jiachen would specifically tell her this. She said, “Senior, you can call me whatever you want.”

"Zhixia." Shen Jiachen pursed his lips again: "Don't call me senior anymore, just call me Jiachen."

After he finished speaking, he looked at Wen Zhixia expectantly, wanting to know her reaction.

But Wen Zhixia didn't react at all. She still had the same expression and nodded a few times: "Okay, I understand."

Shen Jiachen hummed in agreement, "Good to know..."

Wen Zhixia was about to leave when she suddenly remembered something and turned back to say, "By the way, can I add you on WeChat?"

Shen Jiachen: !