บท 1170: Lovebirds

Ye Wangchuan's eyes darkened and narrowed slightly as if he couldn't react in time. "Only water?"

It would have been better if he hadn't asked. Now that he had, Qiao Nian felt even more awkward. She raised her hand impatiently, wanting to tug at her cap, before remembering that he had just come in and helped her adjust it. She raised her cold and fair hand into the air and then silently lowered it. She grabbed nothing but air. "Ah, I only want water for now."

Qiao Nian pursed her lips and said, "I'll tell you when I think of something else."

Looking at the hand she raised and put down unnaturally, Ye Wangchuan thought of something and his thin lips slightly raised in a beautiful arc. "Okay."

He took a bottle of mineral water and handed it to her.

Qiao Nian took it, unscrewed the cap, and took a sip.

Cold water poured down her throat.