When Lu Jinnian straightened, his gaze fell onto Qiao Anhao's face. She was looking up at him with wide eyes, and just like that, their gazes collided.
The mood in the room became increasingly more ambiguous.
His gaze heated up, and Qiao Anhao's heart thumped rapidly.
Suddenly, he reached out with his hand. Qiao Anhao's lashes trembled slightly before she shut her eyes unconsciously. His warm fingers moved to her face and caressed it lightly.
Her lashes shook, and she realized that he was wiping off the excess milk that was left on her lips. Opening her eyes, she saw tenderness replacing the frost in his eyes. "Goodnight."
Lu Jinnian's hands remained on her head, pausing there for a long while, seemingly undecided on what to do with next. In the end, he tapped her head lightly before turning to walk to the sofa.