Xiao Jinxing's eyes flickered slightly.
Deep and tranquil, his gaze, light as the breeze and as undisturbed as the clouds, fell upon her face.
Observing that there was still some residue of the braised pig trotters at the corner of Ye Qichi's mouth.
His body suddenly drew closer.
Ye Qichi didn't know whether she was being mesmerized by Xiao Jinxing's appearance at that moment.
Nor did she know if she was slow to react because she had consumed alcohol.
In any case.
When Xiao Jinxing drew near, she clearly felt she should be in danger.
Yet, she did not dodge.
Truly, at the moment Xiao Jinxing drew close.
Ye Qichi abruptly closed her eyes.
She always felt that he might slap her face.
Telling her, don't be infatuated.
But the next moment, she suddenly felt a handkerchief of excellent quality, gently wiping the corner of her mouth.
Ye Qichi's heart skipped a beat.
She cautiously opened her eyes to see Xiao Jinxing.
