"…Why don't you look where you're going?" Ye Wangchuan's low and magnetic voice came from above.
Qiao Nian pulled away from him and put away her phone. She raised her eyebrows a little impatiently and looked at him with her dark eyes. She smiled provocatively. "Because I didn't expect anyone to stand in front of me silently."
"Heh." Even though he was clearly being despised, Ye Wangchuan laughed softly. He raised his eyes and reached out to rub the top of her head. His tone was soothing and charming. "Are you angry?"
"…"
"I didn't expect you to be so focused on your phone that you didn't even notice me coming over," he explained good-naturedly.
"…"
Qiao Nian couldn't say why she was feeling frustrated. Under his gaze, she felt that her entire body was hot, especially her face and ears. It was so hot that she wanted to take off her scarf.
