Moreover, she didn’t expect Chu Ci to be such a closet flirt.
Behind the wheel, Lu Jinghan clearly heard this too, his lips curling into a subtle smile.
Han Xi secretly glanced at Lu Jinghan’s smiling profile, feeling utterly awkward.
"We don’t need it, please don’t buy it." Han Xi cleanly rejected with a swift refusal, wondering how she ended up with such friends.
"Xiao Xi, don’t be shy about this kind of thing, are you sure Mr. Lu said he doesn’t need it either?"
"I’m sure, really, we don’t." Han Xi didn’t dare to look at Lu Jinghan, feeling embarrassed to death.
Chu Ci finished changing and casually tied her hair up, sitting at the vanity preparing her skincare: "I don’t even mind, me, a big celebrity personally going to the mall to pick out lingerie for you, yet you falsely insist you don’t need it, Han Xi, do you have any conscience?"
Ha, now it’s somehow her fault.
"You of all people, a big celebrity going to the mall to buy such things, if the paparazzi catch wind of it, they could spin a hundred and eighty different storylines from it, so please, even for your sake, don’t go, okay?"
"Xiao Xi, let’s pause here, Manman’s call is coming in, I’ll answer it first."
Listening to the mechanical busy signal over the phone, Han Xi felt a mix of wanting to cry but having no tears, her two friends were indeed surprisingly similar in some of their interests.
Lu Jinghan’s well-defined fingers gently tapped the steering wheel, his clear voice exceptionally provocative: "Mrs. Lu, how about we go to the mall ourselves tomorrow and buy it?"
"Lu Jinghan, don’t listen to their nonsense." Han Xi’s face was almost drooping to her collarbone, her small hands nervously clutching the strap of her shoulder bag.
"They?" Lu Jinghan repeated the words with an inquisitive tone, the smile on his lips growing wider: "Did Li Manman say the same thing to you?"
"... Can we not talk about this topic anymore?"
Lu Jinghan turned his head, his deep gaze softening as he looked at Han Xi: "Alright, we’ll chat about it in bed at home then."
Back at the villa, while changing his shoes, Lu Jinghan asked Han Xi: "Are you hungry? Want me to cook you a bowl of noodles?"
Earlier, Lu Jinghan noticed that Han Xi hadn’t eaten much, worrying that she might get a stomach ache.
"Sure, I’m a bit hungry." Han Xi took off her jacket and hung it on the coat rack by the shoe cabinet.
Lu Jinghan also took off his jacket and handed it to Han Xi, who hung it up and said, "I’ll go upstairs to take a shower and change clothes first."
"Alright, I’ll call you when the noodles are ready."
Han Xi returned to her room, taking a set of pajamas from the closet and went to the bathroom.
After showering, she put on comfortable cotton pajamas and stood in front of the mirror drying her hair, vaguely hearing the sound of a text message.
She turned off the hairdryer, picked up her phone from nearby, and opened it to see a text from Li Chenghao.
[Xiao Xi, can you accompany me to the cemetery to visit Auntie tomorrow?]
Han Xi stared at the phone screen for a long while before typing a few words to reply.
[How about tomorrow afternoon after work.]
After turning off her phone, Han Xi went downstairs, where Lu Jinghan had already brought out the noodles. The man’s black shirt sleeves were rolled up to his elbows, two buttons at the collar undone, revealing a refined Adam’s apple, and his strikingly handsome face made Han Xi’s heart flutter.
Lu Jinghan looked at her from the stairs, his lips curving into a gentle smile: "Come quickly and eat."