"Uncle, then I'll see you at the concert seven days from now!"
At the exit of Crimson Mist Capital's train station, Ying Qianhuan waved at Liu Ma. Then, with a turn, she slowly vanished into the sea of people.
Watching that pink figure recede, Liu Ma opened his mouth several times, wanting to ask her to stay, but in the end, he still could not bring himself to say it.
"All right, stop staring. Keep it up, and I'm worried the hat-wearing uncles of Crimson Mist Capital will think you're a pervert and haul you away."
Chen Kong patted him on the back, his tone full of teasing.
Liu Ma suddenly came back to his senses, his face flushing bright red.
"Kong, don't you think she looks a lot like someone from the base?"
"Hm?"
Chen Kong raised an eyebrow and could not help laughing.
"Give me a break. Whenever men want to hit on someone, they always pull out that 'you look like my first love' line of bullshit."
"Love at first sight? More like lust at first sight!"
Liu Ma immediately got so anxious he nearly jumped.
"I really wasn't lying to you!"
"Then tell me, who exactly does she look like? I remember most of the people at the base, but I really can't think of anyone who resembles Ying Qianhuan."
Faced with Chen Kong's questioning, Liu Ma was speechless for a long while.
Because apart from having a similar hair color, the Ying Qianhuan before him and the person in his memories differed too greatly in appearance, temperament, personality, and every other aspect.
"See? When I actually ask you, you can't say it. And you still claim it wasn't lust at first sight?"
Liu Ma sighed, then shoved Chen Kong away in disgust, telling him to