Qin Miaomiao instinctively retracted her hand, scratched her head, and put on an innocent expression:
"Wow, the sky is so blue! Honey, where did you go? I somehow didn't see you."
Whenever she felt guilty, she had the habit of calling Lu Qing "Honey." Lu Qing walked closer step by step, letting his gaze sweep across her face before landing squarely on Little Seventh.
Little Seventh trembled in fear; Young Master Lu's gaze was terrifying!
I need to go back to the base!
"What were you just about to do?"
Moments ago, her hand had already stretched out, just inches away from touching Little Seventh's fair and tender face.
Qin Miaomiao felt it was such a pity but put on a righteous demeanor:
"Oh, there was a mosquito on Little Seventh's face. I just wanted to slap it away. Look at Little Seventh, with his delicate skin and tender flesh—if he got a swollen bite mark, it would ruin his exquisite beauty. What a shame!"
