Zhan Qipei's pupils dilated instantly as the girl's hand kept searching on his leg.
In an instant, Zhan Qipei felt like he had no control over his body.
"Huh?" Qiao Jing had been grasping for quite some time without catching anything and turned her head in confusion to look, and that look—ugh—would have been better not to look at all.
Pretty awkward.
She had originally intended to grab popcorn but, just as the plot was reaching its climax, she was too engrossed to care and reached out automatically.
But after a while, she still hadn't grasped what felt like popcorn.
Instead, it felt very strange.
"Sorry, I thought it was popcorn."
Zhan Qipei looked at his own leg and wondered what his leg had to do with popcorn; if anything, it resembled a corn cob more closely.
"No problem." Zhan Qipei smoothed out the creases in his trousers and handed the popcorn bucket to Qiao Jing.
"Aren't you going to eat any?" Qiao Jing asked politely.