Jiang Ning sometimes really wanted to crack open Qi Xingzhou's head and see what kind of structure was inside.
His tall and upright figure, sitting beside Jiang Ning, clearly wanting to get close to Jiang Ning and cuddle, yet was so shy that he couldn't bear to look her way. With both hands pressed against his head covering his own ears, he looked utterly self-deceiving.
This scene made Jiang Ning both amused and exasperated.
She held the small box in her hand, "You really don't want it?"
"..."
Jiang Ning murmured to herself, "If you don't want it, I'll just throw it away."
Qi Xingzhou's hands, which had been on his ears, fell, and his eyes reluctantly lingered on the box in Jiang Ning's hand.
He pursed his thin lips, eyes brimming with grievance.
What was supposed to be the best gift had turned into another gift.
At this moment, it wasn't an exaggeration to say that Qi Xingzhou's emotions had experienced great highs and lows.
