Mingshu had been speaking for quite a while, and not hearing a response from him, her brows slightly furrowed with dissatisfaction as she looked up at him, only to meet his gaze precisely.
His eyebrows were drawn together, gazing at her with intense focus, a profound light shimmering in his eyes, clear distinction between the dark pupils and the whites, a bright speck gathered deep within them, as if an emotion was creeping closer silently.
Under such a stare, Mingshu felt a slight tingling on her scalp and shifted her eyes uncomfortably, "What... what's the matter, can't I even scold you a bit?"
Her cheek was touched by something slightly cool, startling her into wide-eyed disbelief as she turned to identify the culprit.
The unapologetic Si Chu, who was caught in the act, continued to poke her soft cheeks with his finger, gazing earnestly, his brows knotted as if studying something intently.
