Qiao Nian narrowed her eyes and took a look. A can of hot coffee was handed to her. She looked up and saw the man's hand slightly lowered holding the can of coffee. They were a little like the hands of the male models in the advertisements. They were slender and had clear knuckles. There was no excess flesh. They were fair and clean, and even his nails were trimmed neatly.
In short, it was quite nice.
She had always liked good-looking people or things. After openly looking at them for a while, she reached out and slowly took the coffee from his hand.
When she took it, she realized that Ye Wangchuan had already opened the can for her. She was only focused on drinking. In a good mood, she pursed her lips and then raised her head and took more small sips. She still looked tired; it was obvious that she had not slept enough.
