Jian Anning was somewhat taken aback by Yu Zexiao's sudden transformation into a dorky, adorable husky expression and quickly nodded, urging him to hurry out the door.
Yu Zexiao was brimming with pride, thinking, "So what if Situ Xuan sends her flowers every morning? I'll make sure Anning gets hers only at noon! By then, the flowers will have wilted. Let's see if he still even bothers to give them to her!"
When it came time to leave, Yu Zexiao just stood by the door, motionless.
Jian Anning was a bit surprised. Had he forgotten something? She checked her luggage, and everything was prepared.
She approached with her luggage, offering it to him, and noticed Yu Zexiao's collar was a bit disheveled. So she stepped forward, stuffed the luggage into his arms, tiptoed, and helped him straighten his collar.
Yu Zexiao could feel her soft body pressing against his, her dainty hands reaching out, meticulously straightening his clothes.
