"…" Ji Weitian's smile stiffened on her face.
They could still chat happily without exposing the truth!
"Qin Nanyu, has anyone ever told you that you have a sharp tongue?" Ji Weitian was full from the soup, put down her spoon, and half laid on the edge of the dining table, sincerely asking.
Her eyes flapped open and shut, staring straight at Qin Nanyu.
Her eyes were bright, the restaurant lights reflecting in them like twinkling stars.
Qin Nanyu's throat tightened slightly, and a blush unconsciously spread to his ears, his voice hoarse, "No."
No one dared.
"Oh, well now you have," Ji Weitian pointed to her own nose, "It's me."
Qin Nanyu: "..."
The pleasant and harmonious atmosphere instantly disappeared.
Qin Nanyu changed his position, leaned back into the chair, was about to continue reading, and then realized there was no more content.
There were only two taboos.
He looked at Ji Weitian with some surprise.
