That usually expressionless delicate face now clearly revealed a hint of astonishment that had not yet been completely concealed, as well as a sense of embarrassment at having his thoughts discovered.
The worst thing was that under the cold light of the table lamp, her earlobes, as white as jade, were rapidly spreading a thin and extremely attractive crimson at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Su Xinghui saw it clearly, and her heart seemed to be burned by the blush, and it skipped a beat for a moment.
Ye Fanshuang avoided Su Xinghui's direct gaze, which was filled with inquiry and great surprise. Her long eyelashes fluttered quickly a few times, and her gaze drifted down to the huge mecha figurine in Su Wanqing's arms.
Her voice tried hard to maintain its usual coolness and composure, but if you listened carefully, you could hear a subtle, barely perceptible tension in the ending:
"Yeah. Keep it." She paused, as if looking for a reasonable, sufficiently "Ye Fanshuang-style" reason for her behavior, then raised her eyes, and her gaze finally met Su Wanqing on the screen, with a hint of forced calmness and... deliberate disgust.
"…I'm worried your handwriting is too ugly and will be embarrassing when writing your application documents. I'm keeping it as a negative example."
"A negative example?!" Su Xinghui instantly broke free from the shock that had gripped her heart, and almost jumped up from the bay window like a cat whose tail was stepped on.
She stared at the face on the screen, which was still cold but with a suspicious blush on the tips of its ears. Her voice rose eight octaves, filled with indignation at being "slandered" and a hint of shame at having her thoughts exposed.
"Ye Fanshuang! Honestly, what's wrong with my handwriting?! Our calligraphy teacher said that I have... a certain spirit! I have my own style! Do you know how to appreciate it?"
She yelled loudly, but her cheeks began to heat up uncontrollably, and her eyes couldn't help but glance at the bottom of the screen, as if she could penetrate the area covered by Ye Fanshuang's fingers and see the rough edges of the three words again.
That little trace struck her heart more powerfully than any straightforward words.
Ye Fanshuang looked at the furious Su Xinghui on the screen, and a faint smile flashed across the depths of his eyes, so fast that it seemed like an illusion.
She ignored Su Xinghui's protest about the handwriting and her eyes fell on the girl in the ice-blue mecha who almost took up half of the screen.
Her tone returned to its usual calmness, yet it tinged with knowingness. "What is this? You stayed up all night just to hold this...big plastic lump?"
"What a plastic lump!" Su Xinghui's attention was successfully diverted. She immediately moved the huge figurine in her arms closer to the camera like a treasure, her chin raised proudly, her face still flushed, but her eyes were surprisingly bright.
"Look carefully! 'Dawnbreaker Wings: Zero Kai'! Limited to just 199 units worldwide! Fully articulated, and painted in glow-in-the-dark colors! My cousin waited in line for three days to get one! Isn't it handsome? Isn't it cool? Isn't it stunning?!"
She turned the figurine around like she was presenting a treasure, showing off every detail, and the slight embarrassment she had just felt was completely washed away by her huge desire to show off.
Ye Fanshuang's gaze lingered on the exaggerated and intricately detailed figurine for a few seconds, and his brows furrowed slightly, almost imperceptibly.
She had never had any special feelings about these models, just thinking they took up space. But watching Su Xinghui on the screen, her excited expression of "Praise me, praise me!", she felt like a puppy wagging its tail, waiting to be fed.
She swallowed back the harsh words that were about to come out of her mouth and just said "hmm" lightly as a response.
This overly bland reaction obviously failed to meet Su Xinghui's expectations.
She curled her lips, leaned back against the cushions by the bay window, holding the figurine, and deliberately drew out her words, "Alas...some people just don't understand how to appreciate art. This is the dream of countless otakus! It could fetch five figures on the second-hand market!"
She blinked, leaned closer to the camera, lowered her voice, and said with a hint of sly gossip, "Hey, seriously, does your school's 'Gao Ling Zhi Hua' student council president also secretly collect these? The last time I looked at his social media account, it seemed like he followed a few model influencers..."
Ye Fanshuang's brows were really furrowed this time, and his eyes instantly became colder, as if they were frozen.
She picked up a plain white bone china cup and slowly took a sip of the dark brown liquid inside. Her voice was flat, yet filled with a sense of distance and aloofness: "I don't know. I don't care."
"Tsk, tsk, tsk," Su Xinghui smacked her lips, with an expression that said, "I knew it." "You're still so ruthless. He's a famous man after all, and there are so many girls staring at him."
Her eyes rolled as she remembered something. "Oh, yeah, how did you spend New Year's Day? Didn't Uncle Ye force you to attend those boring celebrity parties?"
"My parents were quite open-minded this year. We all stayed at home, watched the Spring Festival Gala replay, and ate dumplings. My dad even played games with me for a while, which was unusual for him. Even though he was so bad at it..."
When mentioning the New Year, Ye Fanshuang's expression seemed to ease a little, and a barely perceptible warmth flashed across the depths of his eyes, but was quickly covered by coldness.
"I went to one." She put down the cup, her fingertips unconsciously tracing the cold wall. "Grandpa's old friend's house, can't turn it down. It's noisy."
Short and to the point, with obvious boredom.
Su Xinghui nodded vigorously, empathizing. "I understand! I totally understand! Those occasions are just awful! Last year, I went to that charity dinner with my mom. I stood in those high heels for three hours, and my feet almost broke! I had to keep smiling, and my face was frozen!"
She rubbed her cheeks exaggeratedly, then laughed triumphantly, "But I've learned my lesson this year. I'm not going out! It's still so comfortable at home. I can wear pajamas, hold some potato chips, and lie down however I want!"
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