Facing his earnest expression, An Hao suddenly found herself unable to speak.
But when she thought about the reasonableness of his words, that she would have to call him by his name sooner or later, she, who had lived an extra life already, thought, why be so coy?
An Hao cleared her throat and looked into Qin Jian's eyes, which were like water, and called out softly, "Qin Jian..."
Her voice was soft, with the breath at the end trembling slightly, sounding very pleasant, like a pure white feather sweeping across her heart.
Qin Jian's heart missed a beat, then suddenly accelerated.
Their gazes locked in the air for a long time; An Hao looked into his eyes that were as profound as the ocean, and a blush spread over her fair face, inch by inch, down to the root of her neck.
He seemed to enjoy looking at her like that, but it seemed that she couldn't quite bear his gaze at the moment.
An Hao slightly turned her face away, glancing off into the distance.