"Are you mad?"
Lin Qiao leaned in to look at him. The teen kept his brows and eyes down, avoiding her gaze, tightly pursing his lips, with his cheeks slightly puffed.
Song Tingfan remained silent, obviously displeased.
Why did she give the gloves to Tie Dan? Why not someone else? Why Tie Dan?
Does she like Tie Dan? Does she think Tie Dan is more sensible than him? Is it because...
The boy's thoughts swung back and forth, growing more troubled the more he thought.
His chest felt tight.
This couldn't go on, he might explode soon. Lin Qiao explained, "I'm just teasing you; I won't let Tie Dan have the gloves."
Hearing that last part, Song Tingfan's eyes lit up and he asked hesitantly, "Really?"
"Really, everything I make is for you." Lin Qiao sat down by the stove and added some bean stalks to heat the water.
Though the boy usually seemed sensible, he was indeed childlike, as was just revealed.
His mind was indeed pure.
