Somehow, Yu Jian felt that today Qing'er was exceedingly affectionate.
She didn't do anything extreme, nor did she display any vulgarities. Just that the gaze she used to look at him was particularly tender, watery and soft as if they could no longer contain any other than him.
Honestly, that look of hers could easily make his knees go weak.
He could no longer count how many times he had rubbed his forehead helplessly. "Just what is wrong with you?" Truly, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry. Even when they were eating, her gaze never leave him one bit, which was different from the usual Qing'er. Yu Jian knew that if she was given two choices between him and food, eighty percent she would choose food. Yet now, she chose to abandon her beloved food.
She shook her head. "Nothing, it's just that…you're different than usual."
