Lu Chenzhou carefully scrutinized the unfamiliar girl in front of him, comparing her reaction to Cheng Xi’s after he asked to kiss her. As he watched on, the girl in front of her quickly blushed, lowered her head and eyes, and then softly accepted. “That’s fine.”

But Lu Chenzhou didn’t move. The girl hesitated for a moment. Then, she leaned over, inclined her head slightly, and moved in to kiss him. But right before she was about to reach him, he poked her forehead with a finger. “Wipe the makeup off of your face first.”

The girl’s blush deepened, and she bit her lips and shot him a glance, looking particularly wronged.

But Lu Chenzhou remained indifferent. He had actually grabbed a napkin and was wiping his finger down—yes, her makeup was pretty thick, and some of it had gotten on his finger. But the harder Lu Chenzhou tried to wipe it off, the worse it felt. In the end, he gave up and decided to just wash his hand, ignoring...