An'an glanced at him and promptly turned around to return to her own room. She put on a long knitted sweater and hastened downstairs.
Upon hearing the footsteps, Lu Yan raised his head and looked up. A figure clad in pale yellow was running down the vintage staircase.
Lu Yan stuck both hands into his trousers pockets and looked at her carefully. She was wearing a white dress beneath her pale yellow sweater. There was a small slit in her white floral embroidered skirt, which revealed her fair slender legs. She was wearing a pair of pink sandals on her feet. This eighteen-year-old girl was extremely youthful and delicate.
Lu Yan arched his good-looking brows and lightly rubbed his hands against his trousers.
She had run all the way over. He had looked at her all the way, as though he could never get sick of her.
