"The chopsticks went in from here, and with a little push, the meat came out."
She taught seriously, and after succeeding, she proudly looked at her students, only to discover that they weren't learning at all.
Qin Yue only looked at her, without moving, and with the distance between them being so close, Jian Ran could even see herself in Qin Yue's eyes – her face was flushed red, and his eyes flashed.
She pretended to be calm: "It's like this …"
Before her voice fell, the Qin Yue who had not moved for a long time suddenly gave her a gentle peck on the cheek.
Her ice-cold lips pressed against her soft and tender face as she lightly touched the water, immediately leaving.
However, it was incomparably scorching hot and numb. Jian Ran only felt that there seemed to be something that was burning at the place he touched, and that something was burning hot to the bone.
"Aren't we going to eat prawns?" She covered her burning face with her hands and said somewhat vexedly.
Qin Yue raised his eyebrows, the sea of stars in his eyes was exceptionally dazzling.
Ah, so seriously and irreverently again. He wouldn't even let her off for a meal.
Jian Ran glared at Qin Yue, and returned to her seat while huffing and puffing. She was so angry that she no longer cared about her image as she grabbed a shrimp on the plate and started to eat it heartily.
It was just that she had not yet calmed down from being stolen. The serious and dishonest man opposite her smilingly placed a few peeled spice shrimp in front of her.
"You eat."
He smiled, as if apologizing for the sudden kiss.
These Shredded Shrimps were peeled extremely well. The good Jian Ran didn't even know what expression she should have when facing Qin Yue, so she could only bury her head in her food.
Qin Yue stood at the side, holding back his laughter, silently peeling one after another.
After a long while, he said, "Tomorrow, you and I will go to get a set of formal clothes."
Jian Ran nibbled on the last prawn and blinked her eyes in confusion.
"I'm going to take you to a dinner party."
"Dinner? "To do what?"
Qin Yue elegantly picked up a wet towel and wiped his hands, then looked straight into Jian Ran's eyes and smiled: "Go and tell them, you are Mrs. Qin."
He had the sea of stars in his eyes, and she was already deep within it.
Once she got off from work on the second day, Jian Ran was prepared to follow Qin Yue to pick out the clothes.
Because the banquet would only start at nine in the evening, before that, Qin Yue brought Jian Ran to the Lily Restaurant and ordered some food to fill her stomach.
But, Jian Ran did not give Qin Yue any face at all. She did not even take a bite, she only hugged his cup of boiling water and sipped on it slowly.
At the dining table, Qin Yue who was eating elegantly looked at her, who was only drinking water, and said: "You're not eating?"
Jian Ran glanced at the delicious food on the table, and drank a mouthful of tasteless boiling water, and said stubbornly: "I'm not hungry."
"Hmm?" Qin Yue raised his eyebrows, obviously not believing her words.
Jian Ran knew that she could not hide it, so she shook her head and replied honestly: "No need. Dress is the best, what if I eat too much and lose your face by exposing my belly? "
Hearing this, Qin Yue laughed in disdain, "I don't mind."
As for the others, what does it have to do with you and me?
Jian Ran could not help but burst out laughing, and asked in reply: "What if I become ugly and old, will you dislike me?"
Hearing this, Qin Yue was slightly startled, but after that he wrinkled his brows and started to seriously think about it.
To be ugly, to be old.
Seeing the smiling Jian Ran opposite his, Qin Yue found it hard to imagine how she would turn old and ugly.
But what if he really turned old and ugly?
"If you don't answer for so long, do you really mind?" Seeing that he did not answer for a long time, Jian Ran pretended to be disappointed and asked.
"Nope." This time, Qin Yue quickly answered, "I'm older than you. When your hair turns white, my hair will also turn white." He paused for a moment, then looked straight into Jian Ran's eyes and said, "Not bad."
Good.
He only said that, but Jian Ran understood the meaning of his words:
When you have white spots on your temples, I will have white hair.
Jian Ran smiled, her heart was filled with warmth, as she replied in a low voice: "Mhm."
Since Jian Ran was not eating, Qin Yue quickly finished her battle and drove towards the clothing store with Jian Ran.
The driver drove for about half an hour and the car stopped in front of an unmarked villa.
It was a lonely villa with no neighbors. In a city as crowded as the Jiangbei, such lonely buildings were rare.
The villa is an Italian Gothic style, with a distinctive pointy ribbed arch and floral windows that constitute the main decoration of the villa.
There was no sign of a famous brand on the door of the villa. If it wasn't for someone's guidance, it would be impossible to tell that this villa was a private clothing studio.
Jian Ran had learnt fashion design before, although she did not do it the way she usually did, but it was her hobby after all, so she paid extra attention to it.
She was well aware of all of Jiangbei's major clothing studios. She remembered every single studio's unique style in her heart. However, she had never heard of such a studio.
Now she stood in front of the exotic villa, watching and thinking.
Qin Yue held her hand and pushed open the villa's gate.
As soon as she entered, Jian Ran was shocked by the luxurious decorations in the room. She looked at Qin Yue worriedly. With such a splendid interior decoration, the price here must be very expensive, right?
Qin Yue saw through her thoughts, and held her hands even tighter as if trying to console her, and said gently: "It's fine, this is opened by my friend."
A foreign girl in a Gothic style came up to him. She was about seventeen or eighteen years old, and as delicate and beautiful as a doll.
She first curtsied towards Qin Yue. Her posture was as graceful as a princess, and she didn't look like a waiter at all. She laughed: "Mr. Qin, Buongiorno."
"Buongiorno." Qin Yue nodded lightly and replied politely.
They were speaking in Italian, but Jian Ran did not understand. Just as she was thinking about what to do, the beautiful foreign girl turned around and bowed to him, saying in a awkward Chinese with a foreign accent, "Hello, Mrs. Qin."
Jian Ran politely smiled, "Hello!"
The girl seemed to like Jian Ran a lot, and her smile became even more radiant as she looked at Jian Ran: "My name is Julie, today, let me bring you to look at your clothes."
Julie's Chinese wasn't very fluent, and she stuttered when she spoke, but she smiled amiably and liked it.
After Julie finished introducing herself, she led Qin Yue and his group in.
The villa was very spacious, and the walls were filled with all sorts of famous paintings, while the rooms were filled with all sorts of historical items. The entire villa didn't look like a clothing studio, but more like a museum.
