The man stood up and walked over to An Xiangrong, then spoke softly. Upon hearing Gu Mingyu's words, An Xiangrong paused, and a trace of a smile gradually appeared in her eyes.
If An Xiangrong was still somewhat disturbed by her previous attitude towards Jiang'en, now after seeing Gu Mingyu's demeanor, she felt no discomfort at all.
"Don't move."
Upon hearing this, An Xiangrong's mood suddenly lightened. Just as she was preparing to have some cake, she heard the man's words. An Xiangrong subconsciously stopped her movements, only to see the man extend his hand.
Gu Mingyu reached out, gently rubbing An Xiangrong's lips with his thumb. In turn, An Xiangrong saw the white residue on his finger, leftover from the milk she had just been drinking, "You…"
Through all this, with An Xiangrong watching closely, Gu Mingyu brought his thumb to his lips and savored the taste of the milk. Seeing his actions, An Xiangrong was momentarily taken aback.
