Lin Qingyuan happily pulled Lu Liangwei into a hug. "Lu Liangwei, I like you so much. You truly are my lucky star."
Lu Liangwei was almost strangled by the hug, hardly able to breathe. She pulled away from Lin Qingyuan's grasp and asked brusquely, "Is this the way you treat your lucky star?"
Lin Qingyuan quickly backed off a little. She reached out her hand to help smooth down Lu Liangwei's dress with a solicitous expression. "Madam Lucky Star, your humble servant has been rash. Please forgive me, Madam Lucky Star, and do not take your humble servant's uncouthness to heart."
