A tall and unfamiliar figure walked in front of him. The breeze blew the scent of jasmine on his body. Lu Xingyu deliberately slowed down his pace to distance himself from him in disgust.
"The taste is so familiar..."
The smell seemed very familiar but he couldn't remember it. Lu Xingyu lowered his head as if he had smelled it in a certain room at home.
"Tsk, what do I want to do with this?"
The next second, he seemed to hit something hard, and the brim of his hat almost fell off. He subconsciously held the brim of the hat in place and raised his eyes to look up. A pair of brown eyes were staring at him.
"Are you nearsighted?"
Lu Xingyu stepped back a few steps to a safe distance and frowned impatiently: Tsk, why are you looking back? !
Shen Jialan took out his mobile phone from his pocket and said while typing: Oh yes, one of your eyes was hit and you can't see. I understand...
Lu Xingyu smiled disdainfully: "How much will Shen Yichen give you?"
"Five hundred dollars"
Intention: love