Ji Weitian was startled, her eyes widened as she looked at him.
She clenched the takeout bag in her hand, guarding against the possibility of nervously smashing his face with it and making it bleed.
The distance between the two was somewhat close, so close that Ji Weitian could see the pores on his face... Wait, he had no pores.
His skin was even better than a girl's, which was a bit too much.
Ji Weitian wasn't used to making eye contact with the opposite sex at such close range, and her mind wandered in an attempt to ease her nerves.
Meanwhile, she waited for Qin Nanyu to explain his behavior.
But after waiting for a long time, he just looked at her without any intention of speaking.
Ji Weitian: "???"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
Ji Weitian: "!!!"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
"Qin Nanyu, the takeout is getting cold," Ji Weitian spoke up, unable to bear it any longer.
"Hmm," Qin Nanyu responded, catching the flash of fire in her eyes and vaguely feeling that he had irritated her again.
