"There's so much; we really can't finish it all," An Ning said.
"Shh..." Yu Jingchen suddenly placed his index finger on his lips, making a gesture for silence.
An Ning looked at him curiously. "What's wrong?"
Yu Jingchen leaned forward, moving closer to An Ning.
In reality, they were quite distant from each other, but to someone standing at the door, it looked like he was kissing her.
"It's nothing, there was a hair," Yu Jingchen picked a strand of hair off An Ning's shoulder and dropped it to the floor.
"Oh." An Ning's face turned red.
This man, really, why did he suddenly get so close to her for no reason?
It even made her think thoughts she shouldn't have.
"What are you thinking about?" Yu Jingchen suddenly asked.
"Huh?" An Ning didn't understand.
"Your face is very red, I want to know what you're thinking," he said.
An Ning almost choked on her own saliva. "It's nothing."
Yu Jingchen raised an eyebrow. "Did you think I was going to kiss you just now?"