He coughed unnaturally and his gaze suddenly sharpened, staring at her dark, gleaming eyes with a hint of amusement, his tone brimming with certainty: "Gu Qili, you're jealous."
Just like a caught thief, Gu Qili hastily stood up straight to defend herself urgently: "I love soy sauce, not vinegar."
"Not jealous?"
"Not jealous!"
He suddenly closed the distance in two steps, his oppressive aura invisibly enveloping her, his hands in his pockets, his towering height trapping her within the dominant shadow he cast: "Can you dare to look into my eyes and say that?"
Gu Qili isn't foolish. Would she do something as foolhardy as walking right into a trap?
Under the gaze of those fox-like eyes, even if there were no issues, he could stare some up.
She pretended to walk towards the dining room: "The food will get cold if we don't eat now."
"Gu Qili, you're scared." He crossed his arms, his gaze persistent as he watched her evidently shrinking back.
