Facing Shen Yao's sudden approach, Ji Zhao was so nervous that she forgot to breathe—
She could even hear her own rapid heartbeat.
Shen Yao was so close to her. Did he want to kiss her?
Actually, she was also looking forward to it—
Ji Zhao subconsciously closed her eyes and gently pouted her cherry lips—
However, the expected softness did not land on her lips.
"Ah Tao, are you trying to—"
"No, no! I didn't think of anything! I didn't want you to kiss me! I really didn't!" The flustered Ji Zhao hurriedly retreated and waved her hands.
Shen Yao was amused by her expression.
"Ah Tao, I wanted to ask you just now. Do you want me to taste the sweetness of this double skin milk?"
Ji Zhao held her forehead awkwardly, wishing she could find a hole to hide in.
Just now, she really misunderstood.
"Yes, that's right." Ji Zhao squeezed out a smile that was uglier than crying.
