Jiang Qingli froze.
At such a close distance, even her slightest movement couldn't escape the eyes of the male holding her.
The young man gently caressed her face and asked in a low voice, "What's wrong?"
The girl lowered her head, tugging and shaking his sleeve. "I'm craving the red bean soup you make. The kind I used to drink all the time..."
It had been a long time since he'd seen her act so coquettishly. Baili Jing's expression softened. "Alright, I'll go make it."
He stood up as he spoke, and Jiang Qingli breathed a sigh of relief.
The next second, she heard him add in a low voice, "If you run into trouble, don't try to handle it all by yourself, okay?"
Jiang Qingli's eyes shot up, but he just smiled, placed a light kiss on her cheek, and turned to go downstairs.
The mechanical voice went silent for a moment, but the instant Baili Jing's lips left her skin, it started clamoring again:
[Hello? Can you hear me? Host? Host?]
CLICK. The door closed.
