Song Qingyou didn't want to accept the truth.
Her head was lowered like a snail that had shrunk into its shell.
Jiang Zhihan was exceptionally patient. He smiled and asked, "Does it feel good to touch?"
Song Qingyou was speechless.
She looked up angrily.
No matter how thick-skinned she was, she couldn't hold herself back when she met the pair of smiling green eyes.
Jiang Zhihan rarely smiled, but when he did, he looked like a blooming flower.
This person must have done it on purpose!
Song Qingyou couldn't take her eyes off him, and she cursed in her heart.
As if he wouldn't stop until he heard the answer, Jiang Zhihan looked into his eyes and asked again, "Does it feel good to touch?"
Song Qingyou coughed lightly, trying to make herself look calm. "It feels good."
"What about the cat?"
What cat? Song Qingyou froze.
"Are cats nice to touch?"
