Qin Zhigu indeed did not resist. He watched her carefully hold up her pinky finger so as not to touch him, her movements cautious and gentle, with only the tissue slowly grazing his face. Her actions were not only very careful, but her expression was as well, a mix of joy mixed with tightness yet also immeasurable treasuring.
This careful and joyful demeanor is seldom disliked by men, who tend to find it hard to scold such gentle behavior even if they don't harbor affection. Qin Zhigu was no different, he sighed, just as he was about to say something, his eyes caught a glimpse of the couple not far away, and he was planning to grab the tissue from her fingers to wipe his face himself. As soon as he saw the couple, his fingers deviated from their path and slipped down, brushing past the corner of her mouth, his voice unusually soft, "You're one to talk, aren't you the same?"
