After taking a couple of bites of the hot noodles, Lin Zhenxin finally felt her hunger-induced stomach pain ease.
She looked up and noticed that the man hadn't touched his noodles at all.
"Don't you like noodles?" Lin Zhenxin suddenly realized she had only been focused on herself and forgot to ask if he wanted to eat.
Li Yanan glanced over, and due to the steam, his glasses were covered in a white fog.
"I don't eat cilantro." After a long pause, he finally spoke.
"I'm sorry, I didn't know. Let pick it out for you."
Saying this, Lin Zhenxin reached out to bring the bowl in front of her and began earnestly picking out the cilantro.
Before long, the cilantro had been completely moved to her own bowl.
"It's all picked out." Smiling, she looked up only to realize that the man sitting across from her had been watching her the whole ti.
Feeling a bit nervous, she instinctively bit her chopsticks to cover her discomfort. Suddenly, she realized the chopsticks she used to pick out the cilantro for him were the ones she had been using... so... saliva...
"Let get you another bowl!" Believing the reason he had been staring was because of the chopsticks, Lin Zhenxin's face turned a bit warm.
Just after she spoke, however, Li Yanan calmly reached out, took the bowl back in front of him, and began eating.
Because of this incident, the atmosphere between the two beca awkward again, mainly for Lin Zhenxin, her eyes occasionally flicking over to him.
She was surprised to find that, although the man's attire was outdated, his way of eating noodles was extrely elegant, even the way he held chopsticks was with well-defined joints, as graceful as a top pianist's.
"Li Yanan, thirty-two years old, an ordinary company employee, mother deceased, owns a two-bedroom apartnt in the city."
In a daze, Lin Zhenxin heard him speak.
"Huh?" She didn't react for a mont.
"Since we're going to get married, we should at least know a bit about each other. Also, do you have ti tomorrow? We can go to the Civil Affairs Bureau again."
Li Yanan patiently explained.
"Lin Zhenxin, twenty-two years old, a radio DJ, my parents... are both gone, I live with my grandma."
Li Yanan perceptively noticed the fleeting darkness in Lin Zhenxin's expression, mixed with bitterness, when she ntioned her parents.
"Are you sure you really want to marry ?" After a mont of hesitation, Lin Zhenxin finally spoke up.
The two of them were more like strangers. She had a reason for being in a hurry to marry, but what about him? Why accompany her in this madness?
"I can't be separated from my grandma, so even if we get married, she'll have to live with us."
Lin Zhenxin quickly added.
"I'll wait for you tomorrow at ten in the morning at the Civil Affairs Bureau entrance." Li Yanan said calmly.
Lin Zhenxin bit her lip lightly, seemingly struggling with sothing, but Li Yanan didn't push her, simply holding her gaze in silence.
"Co with ." Lin Zhenxin was about to pay when Li Yanan beat her to it.
She didn't argue with him but returned to the car preoccupied. When Li Yanan got in, she finally seed to make up her mind, took off her jacket, turned her back, and in the next mont, began unbuttoning her shirt collar.
Li Yanan's eyebrows slightly furrowed. What did she an by this?
Very soon, Li Yanan understood what Lin Zhenxin ant!
After undoing about four or five buttons, Lin Zhenxin slowly slipped the shirt off her shoulders, her movents cautious, revealing two straps of a pale yellow bra.
But what really caught Li Yanan's eye was sothing else.
Compared to other areas of her smooth, snow-white skin, from the back of her neck down to the position of the bra clasp were all burn scars!
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