She reached out and rapped Xie Rong on the forehead.
"..."
Xie Zhinuan paused.
Xie Rong too paused.
There was a time when she seemed to have done the same.
Xie Rong's eyes suddenly reddened, wanting to say something but not knowing how to begin, hastily turned his head away, "You're mean, how could you knock on my forehead!"
"..."
Xie Zhinuan also felt awkward, quickly entered the inner room, leaned against the wall, her heart beating somewhat fast.
When had she ever knocked on someone else's forehead?
It was not the fluttering heartbeat of male and female delights, but an indescribable sourness and discomfort, making her feel extremely uneasy, somewhat wanting to cry. So conflicted and repetitive.
She took a deep breath, suppressing the fullness of panic in her heart.
Exhaled deeply and entered the space.
Picked out a large watermelon.
Xie Rong was sitting in the chair, raising his hand to wipe the corners of his eyes.