In Xie Ying'an's room, Qingran was staring intently at Xie Ying'an's face, her eyes clear and unwavering, not blinking at all.
Even with a thick skin, Xie Ying'an felt a bit embarrassed under her gaze. He touched the tip of his nose, his eyes slightly averted.
Unable to hide, he resigned himself to a sigh, reaching out to cover Qingran's eyes: "Ranran, don't look at me like that..."
The light in front of her was blocked, and Qingran blinked instinctively, her long eyelashes brushing against his palm, clearly feeling Xie Ying'an's hand trembling uncontrollably.
She found it amusing, blinked again, and the next moment, Xie Ying'an was pinching her chin.
The man's dark eyes were unfathomably deep; he leaned in as if to kiss her again.
