The other person silently nodded amid her confused gaze.
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An Nan’s eyes showed a hint of vigilance.
Lin Mubai’s eyes showed a hint of amusement.
He shrugged indifferently and spoke, "Don’t you like it a lot?"
When Lin Mubai sheds his aloof demeanor, he becomes a charming gentleman, mesmerizing the women around him, though he seems completely unaware of it.
Lin Mubai’s entire focus was on the woman before him, everything else around him became insignificant, or perhaps he wished everyone else could disappear instantly, so he could flirt unabashedly.
But dreams are often beautiful, while reality tends to be stark.
Making these people disappear instantly is obviously impossible.
Under Lin Mubai’s intense gaze, An Nan nodded unconsciously, "I do like it indeed."
"Are you giving it to someone?" Lin Mubai began to tentatively probe for the answer he wanted.
"Yeah, it’s a birthday gift for a friend. Are you really going to let me have it?"
She clutched the cufflinks tightly, as if fearing he would suddenly regret it.
Feeling mistrusted by her , Lin Mubai felt a twinge of anger, but he showed no sign of it on his face.
He told himself that he was still in the stage of wooing her; once this little bunny willingly entered his lair, he’d make sure she understood one thing: apart from him, no other man is allowed to receive gifts from her.
And whoever ends up receiving those cufflinks, he better not find out who it is, or else he’ll make him understand the meaning of regret.
While Young Master Lin was arrogantly proclaiming this in his heart, he kept a smile on his face, instantly charming a group of women who started chattering excitedly.
"So handsome, so handsome, is he a movie star?"
"Exactly, exactly, he’s really handsome."
"His smile is so beautiful, maybe we could ask for an autograph?"
"You go, you go, you ask for it."
"No, no, no, you should go."
"Whoa, who’s that old woman next to him, how dare she stand there looking so ugly?"
"Exactly, exactly, she’s totally ruining our handsome guy."
Is this what they call ’getting hit while lying down’? An Nan wanted to cry but had no tears; how was she old? How was she ugly? People often ask her whether she’s a nineties kid when she’s out and about, so how did she become an old woman in the eyes of these kids born in the 2000s?
Angrily she shot a glance at the culprit beside her, then hurriedly handed her credit card to the clerk. After the clerk processed the card, she held the bag in one hand and dragged the man beside her out of the store.
When his hand was suddenly grasped by those soft fingers, Lin Mubai’s heart pounded fiercely for a moment, then returned to calm, albeit a bit faster than usual. This unusual feeling made him more certain of the importance of this woman to him.
He used to scoff at the idea whenever he heard it, never imagining the day would come when he’d experience it himself.
Love truly is a mysterious thing, making his consistently calm heart over the past twenty-five years stir restlessly, and still, he wanted to venture into these troubled waters.
It was only when they stepped out of the mall that An Nan stopped, her face full of anger, muttering under her breath, "Demon."
Indeed, a demon, doing nothing but standing there, yet thrusting her into the storm’s eye.
Noticing the anger in the person beside him, Lin Mubai’s demeanor softened, showing a touch of warmth. With gentle eyes, he looked at her and spoke, breaking the silence between them, "It’s almost noon; would you grace me with having lunch together?"