The little girl rolled her eyes and smiled sweetly at Chen Qingyu. The two small dimples on her white and tender cheeks were very cute.
A soft and childish voice sounded.
"I'm Yan Huan."
The young man nodded slightly to show that he understood. His eyes were indifferent, and his black pupils swept over her again.
Seeing that Chen Qingyu wasn't angry, the little girl pushed herself into the carriage and fell flat on her face.
“..”
Fortunately, the carriage was covered with a thick and soft blanket, otherwise Chu yanhuan's little face would have been disfigured.
Her head was dizzy, and she felt ashamed. She lay there and pretended to be dead for two seconds.
Then, a pair of clean and cool hands picked her up.
Chu yanhuan turned her head in surprise and met with Shen Qingyu's dark, Jade-like eyes. A faint smile flashed in her eyes.
"Are you alright?"
