She looked at him with a mix of heartache, grievance, and blame, softly complaining, "You're so bad, always like this to me. If I don't agree with you, you start to act unreasonable, but it's not romantic at all."
Lu Hechen smiled, a charming smile indeed.
"I like being practical, you know that," he said in a husky voice. "I think this is also romantic—by the seaside, with the sound of waves, on the bay window of the villa, the closest and happiest thing is sitting with you. What could be happier than this?"
Weilan: "...."
"Nothing is more romantic than this," he continued.
Weilan opened her eyes wide, looking at Lu Hechen accusingly.
He gazed at her and softly said, "Weilan, your eyes are beautiful. Every time you look at me with such shy reproach, I always want to... let you know how I feel."
Weilan instinctively closed her eyes. "Stop talking."
