He asked: "Are you afraid of me?"
Lu Lu had never had palpitations towards anyone of the opposite sex before. However, when she met Chen Xifan, she was like a landlubber soaked in water. She was always at a loss, but she was true to her nature.
Chen Xifan said: "You are not afraid of me, but you don't understand that fear is actually called emotion."
If Lu Lu had anything else to say, she acquiesced with a face.
"When you are with me, you seem to become a chatterbox. Can you be more consistent with your image?"
Chen Xifan put his arms around her neck, kissed her gently, and took a few breaths deliberately: "What image does the reporter think of me? Ascetic, cold, or scheming, a gangster?"
Lu Lu knew he couldn't get away, so he simply pinched his waist, "I didn't sum it up with these words!"
The sinister person chuckled, took Lu Lu's hand and took a bite, "Actually, I am the most real when I am in front of you. Are you afraid again?"
"It's really scary!"
You and I live up to each other's feelings, for love, for ordinary days, for myself, and for the past and present lives.