His face was a little flushed, and Lu Han hesitated for a moment:
"Cough, cough. You don't have a boyfriend. What do you think of me...?"
"You?"
Su Qiao froze for a moment, then quickly realized what this guy was trying to do.
Suppressing her laughter, she curled the corner of her lips slightly. "You're passable, I suppose."
"..." What did she mean, passable?
The women in the company were always staring at him. They were constantly finding excuses to come up and strike up conversations with him. Did that count as merely passable?
Fine, then. Passable it was.
Lu Han stopped beating around the bush. He was afraid that if he dragged it out any longer, some other man would sweep her off her feet.
Or that she would go flirt with all sorts of other men again.
His dark eyes stared straight at her. "Then be my girlfriend!"
The little person in Su Qiao's heart burst into laughter.
Little guy, you're finally getting anxious, huh?
She did her best to suppress the urge to curl up the corners of her lips. "But you're even younger than me. I like mature men."
Lu Han's heart sank, leaving him feeling terrible.
No wonder all the men she had dated before were older than her.
After a moment of silence, he said, "I'm only a month younger. That doesn't count for anything. Besides, who says being younger means you can't be mature?"
He considered himself fairly mature.
"You think you're mature?"
Su Qiao looked him over critically. "What mature man would be so fond of desserts? And so fond of milk tea?"
He had even taken a large sum of money to toy with a couple who were about to get married.
Although that couple had broken up over two million