Jiang Yaoyao subconsciously held her breath and gripped the fork in her hand even tighter.
The man's handsome face was close at hand, his breath cool and faintly cold, yet it seemed like a warm breeze swirling around all her senses, mingling with the sweet scent of the cake's cream in a disordered and suggestive way.
Yet his expression revealed nothing out of the ordinary, his glasses worn with focus as if he really was just kindly helping her wipe the cream off her face...
Jiang Yaoyao suddenly became irritated.
Why was it that every time he did something so casually, a seemingly insignificant gesture, he could instantly make her heart flutter uncontrollably, while he acted as if nothing had happened?
Especially when she thought about how just now at the podium, he wore the same respectable gentleman's guise and effortlessly charmed all the schoolgirls...
Jerk!
