The more he thought about it, the faster Xie Qikan's heart raced, and his gaze radiated heat. He could only lower his eyes, avoiding looking at Yuan Xiaoxiao.
After a while, the fervor in Xie Qikan's gaze began to fade bit by bit. He gradually returned to normal, calming his emotions and regaining that disheveled and forlorn expression. He kept his head lowered without saying a word.
As if trying to mask his feelings, Xie Qikan stretched out his long fingers to grab the blanket behind Yuan Xiaoxiao and draped it snugly over his slender waistline.
Upon hearing Xie Qikan's words, the young woman, who had been lost in a whirl of nerves and blushes, widened her big, round eyes in surprise, glaring at Xie Qikan with a tone that suddenly grew sharper, even carrying an unnoticed trace of jealousy.
Seeing the blanket behind her being carried off by the old man, Yuan Xiaoxiao tugged it back a little out of annoyance before turning her head, continuing to ignore him.
"..."
