Misty rain
Delicate as silk, dreamy as a reverie.
Huang Minzhe and Chen Yinghan sat in an antique teahouse, savoring tea.
"Why are you so free today that you asked me out?" Chen Yinghan took a sip of light tea.
"Stealing some leisure amidst the busyness."
"I suppose you're enjoying yourself!"
Feigning to not understand, Huang Minzhe said, "What's there to enjoy?"
"Flirting and romancing with such a beautiful girl—can't you be happy about that?"
"In our line of work, we're not exactly dating all kinds of women every day."
"So, are you falling in love with every woman you meet?"
Huang Minzhe couldn't help but laugh, his bright eyes fixed on Chen Yinghan, leaving her feeling flustered and uneasy.
"I don't have the capacity to be such a Casanova. By the way, isn't Lv Fangxin your closest friend?"
"Precisely because she's my best friend, I worry she might get duped or taken advantage of."
"Don't worry! I'm a very honest person."
