Xiao Bao was put down, and Xu Ruantang gently pulled the blanket up to cover her.
She remained in that position for a minute, and only after Xiao Bao had slept soundly did she straighten up and prepare to get down.
Chen Ji sat upright against the cabinet.
When Xu Ruantang looked up, she realized that the distance between the two of them was somewhat ambiguous.
Only at this moment did Xu Ruantang finally see Chen Ji's appearance clearly.
She's a bit face-blind, and she even became nearsighted when she was in college, so she developed the habit of not staring at other people's faces much.
Even Xu Ruantang, a socialite, felt awkward staring directly at someone's face when they first met.
Her first reaction was, "Why does Chen Ji look so...familiar!"
I feel like I've seen this somewhere before.
My second reaction was that I must be overthinking it.
The man in front of me had neat short black hair and sharp, clean-cut facial features.
His features were cold and stern, and his long, narrow phoenix eyes exuded a chilling aura.
He had a high, straight nose and thin lips pressed tightly together.
He had a cool and aloof look, yet still retained a youthful charm; she had never seen anyone so handsome in college.
However, this person's aura is too strong. Just one glance is enough to be intimidated by the natural oppressive feeling emanating from him.
A thought popped into Xu Ruantang's mind: "Are you new here? I've never seen you before."
Aaaaaah!
She almost screamed like a groundhog at that moment.
Don't people from the 1980s find this kind of look appealing? Such a handsome man has actually fallen to the point of having to travel thousands of miles to buy a wife.
Xu Ruantang generally only has two mental states.
The first one: I am the emperor.
The second explanation: I am a fragile little girl.
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