"Jiaojiao," he emphasized his voice, deliberately calling her affectionately.
Xu Niannian's smile at the corner of her mouth stiffened.
Damn Jin Yu, she told him numerous times she didn't go by Jiaojiao.
Turned around annoyed to glare at him, but before she could start scolding, she met his whitened face.
"Pfft."
Unable to hold back her laughter, Xu Niannian's eyes creased into crescents, her long eyelashes fluttering.
Jin Yu was somewhat stunned by the sight.
Xu Niannian laughed and walked over, handing him a silk handkerchief, "Here, wipe it off."
Jin Yu pursed his lips, wanting her to wipe for him. His lips moved several times, but in the end, he didn't say it out loud.
As he reached out to take it, he suddenly felt a cool touch on his forehead—it was the feel of her handkerchief.
With a smile still on her face, Xu Niannian helped him wipe off the white powder from his face, "Why are you so slow, you're usually quite efficient, aren't you?"
