CHAPTER 40: CHAPTER 40: DO YOU LIKE ME A LITTLE MORE

The two spoke simultaneously, then both paused.

Su Ruan was the first to react, asking, "What?"

"Nothing." Lu Shinian stayed put, asking coolly, "What did Ruan Ruan want to ask?"

Su Ruan gave him a strange look before saying, "I wanted to ask if you’ve changed your uniform."

She gestured, "Is it that you’ve always used the one-click cleaning system to clean it?"

Lu Shinian: ...

"I change it every day." He explained.

He never liked using the one-click cleaning system, it always made him feel unclean.

So unless he’s on the battlefield, he pretty much changes his uniform every day.

Even though every day it’s the same uniform.

Perhaps he had guessed the reason why Su Ruan suddenly logged off, Lu Shinian said, unusually verbose, "I have many sets of uniforms."

"Even though they’re all the same."

Su Ruan silently breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank goodness, he doesn’t always wear just one set.

"Why not design a few more?" Su Ruan asked curiously, "I remember people from other corps seem to have a few sets to change into."

Lu Shinian’s gaze was intense, his voice low, carrying a husky sensuality, "I’m waiting for my designer to design them for me."

Pausing for a moment, his voice dropped even lower, imbued with a touch of hoarseness, "Ruan Ruan, I’m waiting for you."

Su Ruan was slightly stunned, instinctively asking, "How do you know I’ve been designing military uniforms recently?"

Was he spying on her? Su Ruan frowned, her hand hanging at one side slowly clenching.

So, he still doesn’t trust her?

Lu Shinian’s expression didn’t change, only his tone was calmly explaining, "Didn’t Ruan Ruan enroll in the Logistics Department? I remember that’s one of the compulsory courses there."

"Really?" Su Ruan pursued the question.

Lu Shinian remained composed, not the least bit flustered by the suspicion, responding more calmly and steadily with a short "Mm".

"There is such an assignment." Su Ruan chuckled lightly, "The teacher wants me to submit seven sets of military uniforms by the end of the semester."

"But I’m currently lacking inspiration."

Lu Shinian was about to say something, but then he heard Su Ruan say, "But I’ve found a model in the Second World, he’s also a soldier, and with his proportions, I should be able to design some military uniforms."

Lu Shinian swallowed hard the words, "I can help you," back down.

"By the way, what were you about to say just now?" Su Ruan remembered his sudden intention to speak earlier.

Lu Shinian: ...

Now is not the time to expose himself as Little Lu in the Second World.

Before he changes the nickname "Little Sweet", he must not let Ruan Ruan know.

Lu Shinian’s eyes darkened, his tone turned more serious, "I wanted to say, after hearing my voice, don’t you like me a bit more?"

Su Ruan’s lips twitched; she now suspected Lu Shinian’s mind had been attacked by the Ancestral Stage, making him speak so unusually.

She did not answer his question, quickly saying, "Are you busy? Then I won’t disturb you."

To avoid him saying more strange things in a while.

After saying this, she swiftly disconnected the video call, not giving Lu Shinian a chance to explain.

Lu Shinian watched the screen shut off, resting one hand on the desk, fingers slightly curled, with faintly visible blue veins running beneath the skin.

His lashes trembled slightly, eyes lowered, hair half-covering his forehead, falling into his brows, adding a touch of depth to his sharpness, his thoughts unknown.

After a long while, a low murmur resounded in the office.

"Ruan Ruan."