A neat and tidy head of black hair, delicate and beautiful brows and eyes, rosy, moist lips, paired with a white shirt and jeans, a youthful aura hits you square in the face.
Could this really be a woman approaching thirty?
Clearly, she looked only eighteen.
"Hey, what are you staring at?" Yan Huan noticed Cheng Yue's gaze and said fiercely, "Your eyeballs are about to stick to someone else's face, do you know that?"
"Has anyone ever told you? Actually, when you're not being fierce, you look quite pretty," Cheng Yue chuckled twice.
"Whether I'm fierce or not, what's it to you?" Yan Huan glared at Cheng Yue with furrowed brows.
To tell the truth, aside from the first time when Cheng Yue unceremoniously dumped her into a puddle and angered her,
The subsequent two meetings hadn't made Yan Huan feel particularly averse to Cheng Yu.
But for some reason, sometimes she just felt like throwing a pointless little tantrum.