"Yixia, you look beautiful in that outfit," Lu Fan said with a sigh of admiration.
Jiang Yixia blushed a little, noticing Lu Fan's insistent stare.
She sputtered, retorting, "Alright, stop staring. You're being so insincere."
"How am I being insincere?" Lu Fan chuckled. "I genuinely think you look beautiful."
"And you think I'd believe that?" Jiang Yixia retorted. "After all the gorgeous women you've seen? You're looking at a woman who's almost forty, and you think I'm going to fall for that?"
"Nonsense, you're not forty. You're only thirty-seven," Lu Fan reminded her. "I remember your age perfectly."
"Save those lines you use on little girls for someone else. I'm not the same person I used to be," Jiang Yixia said, turning to go back inside.
Seeing this, Lu Fan quickly asked, "Wait, Yixia, you're not going to change out of this dress, are you?"
"How am I supposed to work in this?" Jiang Yixia retorted, her face red. "The slit on this skirt is so high. I'm not used to it."
