He withdrew his gaze, but when it unintentionally swept across Gu Qiaoqiao's cheeks, he couldn't help but smile.
This girl had somehow gotten ice cream on the tip of her nose.
He was puzzled, how did she manage that?
Gu Qiaoqiao, still unaware, asked Qin Yize, "Have you finished yours?"
Qin Yize nodded indifferently, but said softly to Gu Qiaoqiao as she was about to stand up, "Don't move."
Gu Qiaoqiao, surprised, sat back down and looked at Qin Yize, puzzled.
Qin Yize then picked up a napkin, bent down, and reached out to gently wipe the ice cream off the tip of Gu Qiaoqiao's nose, whispering, "It's on your nose."
Gu Qiaoqiao's face turned red instantly.
She wished she could dive under the table. Qin Yize was very close to her; even his breath seemed to caress her cheeks.
At that moment, the air seemed to be imbued with a faint scent of bamboo.
She got up in a flurry, nearly tipping over the chair beneath her.