Lu Zhouchen pointed to his face: "What do you think I look like?"
Wen Shu looks calm on the outside but is confused on the inside: "Handsome!"
Lu Zhouchen thought thoughtfully: "Will it be rejected?"
Wen Shu nodded in approval: "Absolutely not."
Supermarket.
The cashier scanned the delivered box through the machine: "A total of 17 yuan."
Lu Zhouchen had a polite face.
The cashier continued to try to maintain a smile: "Is there anything else you need?"
Lu Zhouchen didn't seem to expect anything. He lowered his eyes, took out the money from his pocket, and whispered to himself: "Liar."
Wen Shu: Ah no, aren't you confessing your love to me?
Lu Zhouchen: Skin is of no use, I'd better study hard.
Poor boy attacks × chaebol young master suffers
Lu Zhouchen × Wenshu
PS; host; year; 1V1; HE
Concept: Love can cross the chasm