Chapter 114: Chapter 110: Asians Chapter 114: Chapter 110: Asians “…”

This question completely caught Lu Jingyan off guard, and she didn’t know how to answer for a moment.

If she had been asked this question two days earlier, she would have been able to answer fluidly.

In complex terms, she liked people like her brother. In simple terms, she liked her brother.

Do you even need to ask? Her brother was her ideal type.

But now, Lu Jingyan felt as if her mouth was sealed; she just couldn’t utter those words.

Seeing Sheng Xian patiently waiting, she blurted out in a hurry, “Yellow, yellow race.”

Sheng Xian: “…”

Lu Jingyan froze for half a second before realizing what she had said; then she blurted out two more words, “A male.”

Sheng Xian frowned. What kind of descriptions were these?

Lu Jingyan, with an expressionless face, looked at Sheng Xian, feeling so awkward she could dig a basketball court with her toes right there.

She understood that all her flirtatious skills were useless in front of Sheng Xian.

Wit is for prey; hesitance is for liking.

Flirt, she was not going to be able to flirt in front of him for a while.

Lu Jingyan held her cup and drank some juice, finally finding a slightly more normal word, “Handsome.”

So to summarize, handsome male yellow race.

Sheng Xian felt like that was as good as saying nothing, “Can you be more specific?”

More specific?

Lu Jingyan lifted her head and looked at Sheng Xian’s face.

The steam from the hot pot, swirling around him, made him look somewhat ethereal.

After a while, she fluttered her eyelashes, “Someone who is nice to me, not too short, not too heavy, not too thin and not too bulky, with nice hands, a pleasant voice, sexy ankles, long eyelashes, beautiful eyes, a high nose, and also has a compassionate heart…”

As Lu Jingyan spoke, she stopped.

This was not her describing her type, but rather her describing Sheng Xian himself.

It’s not that you have everything I like; I like everything about you.

Sheng Xian didn’t speak, tilting his head as if savoring the string of descriptions she just recited.

Lu Jingyan knew Sheng Xian might not make the connection to herself, but she still felt a bit nervous.

Feeling guilty, she lowered her head and sipped some juice, letting her gaze drift around, trying to appear natural.

When her gaze landed on the TV, a top male celebrity was singing at the Spring Festival Gala, definitely a prominent figure, and quite handsome; to cover her nervousness, she cleared her throat and pointed at the TV, “Someone like him.”

Sheng Xian followed her pointing finger to look at the TV.

Then, having spent the night mostly just listening to the Spring Festival Gala without watching much, Sheng Xian stared at the TV for a full two minutes without blinking, until the male celebrity finished his song, then he retracted his gaze casually asking, “What’s his name?”

Lu Jingyan swallowed the bok choy in her mouth, “Mu Chuci.”

After speaking, Lu Jingyan unexpectedly glanced at Sheng Xian. Even if he didn’t follow celebrities, he should know about Mu Chuci, who had won Best Actor and starred in critical dramas, a household name, “This year’s hottest drama, he starred in it, ‘Life,’ the lead actress was Chen Enci.”

Sheng Xian “Hmm” a sound, appearing to have some impression, and looked down at his phone.

Lu Jingyan said nothing, bowing her head to silently continue eating the hotpot.

About ten minutes later, Lu Jingyan put down her chopsticks.

Satisfied, she wanted some water but found the jug was empty.

The water jug was on Sheng Xian’s side; just as she was about to get up and grab it, Sheng Xian, without lifting his head from his phone and with one hand, reached for the water jug next to him and handed it to her.

Lu Jingyan reached out to take it.

Sheng Xian didn’t let go.

She paused for a moment, picked up the cup, and moved closer to the kettle.

After filling it with water, Sheng Xian put down the kettle and looked up from her phone, “He got married.”

His statement was oddly abrupt, Lu Jingyan reacted slowly, then realized he was talking about Mu Chuci, “Yes, he got married. He had been secretly married and only made it public this year. His wife is Chen Enci’s agent, named Lu Xing.”

Sheng Xian suddenly clicked her tongue, “You know quite a lot about it.”

Lu Jingyan, “?”

Isn’t it well-known gossip?

It was trending hotly for three days, so much so that the servers crashed.

Lu Jingyan took a few sips of water, unable to resist glancing at Sheng Xian.

She couldn’t help feeling that Professor Sheng was being strangely sarcastic.

“They are quite happy together,” Sheng Xian put down her phone, her tone casual, “This Mr. Mu, the actor, probably doesn’t have any thoughts of remarrying anytime soon.”

Lu Jingyan thought to herself, so men can be gossipy too.

After finishing the hot pot, it wasn’t even nine o’clock yet.

The room was still filled with the smell of hot pot, Sheng Xian opened the window, then headed to the kitchen to wash the dishes.

Lu Jingyan had wanted to help, but after eating, she kept sniffing her hair, hating that her whole body smelled of hot pot. Finally, unable to withstand Sheng Xian’s urging, she went to shower.

When she came out of the shower, the hot pot odor in the living room had mostly dissipated; she grabbed a box of nuts and sat cross-legged on the sofa as naturally as if she were in her own home, watching the Spring Festival Gala.

Sheng Xian finished the dishes and walked out of the kitchen just in time to see this scene.

She had removed her makeup, her face only covered with a layer of moisturizing cream, looking fresh and clean.

A sketch was going on at the Spring Festival Gala, and something in the dialogue hit her funny bone, making her smile curve into crescent moons.

Perhaps because he hadn’t appeared for a while, she turned her head to look this way.

Sheng Xian retracted his gaze from her a second before her eyes landed on him, and walked naturally to the window to close it.

He didn’t head towards the sofa but went straight to the bedroom instead, “I’m going to take a shower too.”

Lu Jingyan responded noncommittally.

Only after the door to the master bedroom had closed did she blink, unsure if it was because she was confirming her liking for Sheng Xian, but she found herself slightly fantasizing over Sheng Xian’s recent remark.

…

Sheng Xian took his clothes into the bathroom.

The bathroom was still damp from her recent shower, droplets rolling down the glass partition and the steam not fully dissipated yet.

A hair dryer lay carelessly tossed on the washstand, with her clothes in the laundry basket beside it.

Sheng Xian stood still for a moment, then left the bathroom to head to the restroom in the second bedroom.

After showering, Sheng Xian realized the hair dryer was still in the master bedroom.

Approaching the door to the master bedroom, he remembered the scene he had seen in the bathroom and paused his steps.

He grabbed a towel and vigorously rubbed his hair until it stopped dripping, then, with his hair half-dry, carelessly threw the towel into the second bedroom and went to the living room.

Lu Jingyan heard some noise and turned to look.

He had changed into a new set of clothes, his hair half-dry, looking more unkempt and casual compared to his usual neat appearance.

Especially when he raised his hand to brush his hair back, Lu Jingyan couldn’t help but swallow hard, forcefully shifting her gaze back to the television.