Qiao Yuxian widened her eyes, staring blankly at Gu Yanjing.
Gu Yanjing's expression remained calm and indifferent, with a touch of detachment, holding steady even in an eight-level gale.
Seeing her continually looking at him, he lowered his gaze to meet hers.
Aunt Mei wiped her hands with a tissue, glanced at the two of them, then returned to the kitchen, carefree and content, hiding her achievements and reputation.
The living room was silent, and after a few seconds of eye contact, Qiao Yuxian looked away first. She squatted down, shifted closer to Gu Yanjing, until she was next to his leg, and directly sat down by his leg.
Gu Yanjing's gaze followed her movements: "Cold."
"There's a carpet; it's not cold." Qiao Yuxian moved closer to him again, smiling as she looked at him, "Gu Yanjing."
Gu Yanjing lowered his gaze to look at her.
Qiao Yuxian also looked up at him, and after a while, she rested her head on his knee, cushioning her hand between his knee and her face.
