It was rare to see Qin Muye speak so patiently.
Jiang Qingli asked curiously, "What is it? Something you have to tell me alone tonight?"
Pressing his lips together, Qin Muye clearly didn't want to elaborate, saying vaguely, "Anyway... can we?"
"Of course." Seeing him like this, Jiang Qingli thought he just wanted to be close and couldn't help but laugh that he'd learned to be so roundabout now. She patted the top of his head. "Then I'll wait for you to come find me tonight."
The girl drew near. Qin Muye smelled the familiar, faint fragrance on her, his gaze growing a little hazy. He unconsciously narrowed his eyes, his nose nuzzling her fingers.
Just like a puppy.
Jiang Qingli's lips curved into a smile, and she quickly planted a kiss on his cheek.
The fleeting warmth made Qin Muye's blood boil in an instant. He braced himself with one hand near Jiang Qingli, leaning in for more, but she covered his mouth and nose.
