Noticing Song Guanchao's gaze falling on the spot and seeing the toy in the wardrobe, Chen Yirou didn't react with embarrassment or shyness.
Very naturally, she reached out, picked up the toy, and then opened a drawer in the wardrobe to put it inside.
She was so calm and natural that Song Guanchao even started to doubt if he had seen it wrong.
Was that not a toy?
Seeing him frozen and not moving for a while, Chen Yirou suddenly asked, "Do you want it?"
"What?"
"I said, do you want it?"
Chen Yirou opened the drawer again, took out the toy, and handed it to him, "If you want it, I'll give it to you."
Song Guanchao couldn't hold back and asked, "Is this a toy?"
"Yes."
"..."
She was too composed, to the point where Song Guanchao felt that the one who should be embarrassed was himself.
"Do you want it?" Chen Yirou moved the toy forward again.
Song Guanchao twitched his face and coughed lightly, "What would I want this for."
