Seeing that Ye Wangchuan was still looking at her, Qiao Nian's shoulders relaxed. She held the mug with both hands and lowered her head to take another sip of sour plum soup. With a lazy expression, she pursed her lips and said with a serious expression, "Don't look at me. I really can't afford to support you."
Silence.
Qiao Nian glanced at him again. She straightened and said confidently, "Even if you continue looking at me, I still won't be able to afford it."
Ye Wangchuan smiled, and his chest trembled for a few seconds. He held the sides of the chair with both arms and cornered her. His eyes were extremely dark, and they reflected the girl's exquisite facial features. "Isn't it a little late now that Goddess Qiao is saying that she can't afford it?"
"Hm?" Qiao Nian was used to him being close to her and did not resist at all. She looked up at him. She had just showered, and there was a faint smell of shower gel on her.
