Suppressing the flame flickering in his heart, Gu Yuying sat down beside Luo Qingli, not responding to her words.
All the words he had prepared beforehand remained unspoken, "Why don't you dry your hair every time you wash it?"
Gu Yuying's voice was a tad huskier than usual, making it even more magnetic.
"I'll dry it later." Luo Qingli casually wiped the droplets of water on her face.
Then got up and brought over the plate of fruit from the computer desk, enjoying herself as she ate.
Gu Yuying kept quiet, just watching her. Perhaps his gaze was too intense, causing Luo Qingli to turn her head and ask, "Uncle, would you like some too?"
"No, you go ahead!" Gu Yuying averted his gaze, softly sighed. What was he doing, entertaining the idea of tasting those two red lips of hers?
"Oh!" Looking at Gu Yuying, she wondered what was happening. Everyone was acting so strangely today. "Uncle, why don't you at least have a piece of watermelon?"
