Qin Youbei: "..."
She understood what Gu Xiao meant: What's it to you? Who do you think you are to me, to meddle? Hmph! Oblivious to kindness.
The bad-tempered man was unreasonable. She wouldn't stoop to his level.
She turned to leave but was halted by Gu Xiao's call, "Wait."
Qin Youbei looked at him: "..."
Seeing her flustered and eager to leave made him feel even more agitated. Gu Xiao rested a hand on his forehead and glanced at the small fan on the table before suddenly saying, "It's hot."
Following his gaze, Qin Youbei saw the handcrafted, wooden folding fan on the table and immediately understood what he meant.
Ugh, it's hot, and he can't turn on the air conditioning? He expects her to fan him, as if he were the emperor and she his maid. Oh well, considering his bad mood today, she might as well indulge him this once.
Qin Youbei picked up the folding fan, opened it, and slowly started to fan Gu Xiao.
Gu Xiao, with eyes half-closed, said, "The breeze is too weak."
