Qi Helian's handsome face darkened in an instant as he said, "Maybe it was a boy."
"Impossible," Ji Anning firmly denied Qi Helian's guess, "She was wearing a white shirt, suspenders jeans, and bangs that reached her eyebrows, how could it be a boy?"
Upon hearing this, Qi Helian suddenly reached for the wine glass in front of him and tipped his head back to drain the liquor in one gulp.
Then he stuffed a piece of beef into his mouth with a dark expression, biting down hard.
From across the table came Ji Anning's self-deprecating chuckle, "I think at that time he mistook me for a boy."
After saying that, she shook her head with a smile. When she smiled, two very faint dimples appeared on her face, as if filled with liquor, emanating an intoxicating scent.
Qi Helian looked at her, lost in thought for a moment, then he too bent his lips into a smile, "Maybe you were dark and skinny back then."
He spoke in a speculative tone.
