Gu Qian quietly peeled the garlic, her fingertips still tingling slightly from the man's touch earlier. She awkwardly rubbed her fingers together, standing there like a wooden stake, her gaze occasionally drifting towards Mo Beichen.
Mo Beichen occasionally glanced at her, the corners of his eyes seemingly carrying little hooks, his eyes full of allure, making his handsome features even more pleasing to the eye.
Seeing that she hadn't peeled a single usable clove despite working for quite a while, he lightly tapped the back of her hand, "What are you daydreaming about?"
Gu Qian was startled back to reality, meeting his intent gaze as she looked up. Her heart skipped a beat, like a car running over a small stone, her emotions fluctuating and unable to find footing.
