Then, she took out her short-sleeved shirt and noticed four English letters embroidered on the label at the neckline—
“QIAO”.
Driven by curiosity, she flipped over the men's shirt and, as she expected, found it embroidered with "LU".
"I see." Qiao Zhen laughed at herself for being so startled, and wondered when Lu Zheng had prepared the sportswear. Then she noticed more than a dozen paper bags on the last row of seats.
After changing her clothes, Qiao Zhen got out of the car and asked Lu Zheng with a smile, "You don't happen to like playing dress-up games, do you?"
Lu Zheng knew she had noticed the subtle detail in her clothes, so he leaned closer and whispered in her ear, "I'm only playing with you."
His deep, magnetic voice, as it glided through my ears, sent shivers down my spine.
Qiao Zhen nudged Lu Zheng with her elbow, "There's not much time left before the exam ends, shouldn't we hurry up?"
Lu Zheng glanced at her exquisitely made-up face and said with a hint of jealousy, "It seems I'm just a tool to you. What matters most to you is motorcycles and going for a ride."
"..." Qiao Zhen never expected Lu Zheng to be jealous of something like this. She covered her mouth and chuckled, "Mr. Lu, there's no need to be so self-deprecating, is there?"
Lu Zheng raised his eyebrows, clearly still slightly dissatisfied.
Qiao Zhen, thinking that her previous flattery had worked, then went on to praise him without reservation: "The wise and mighty President Lu's driving skills are comparable to those of a professional race car driver, which is truly admirable..."
Looking at her radiant smile, Lu Zheng's eyes darkened slightly, his thoughts seemingly drifting back to a long time ago.
This version of Qiao Zhen is so vibrant and cheerful, without the coldness and rejection she used to have. He loves watching this version of Qiao Zhen, letting her hold his heart firmly in his grasp.
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