But unexpectedly, Qiaoqiao turned over and looked at him with her big, watery eyes.
Qin Yize felt a sudden tightness in his chest.
Does she not know how beautiful her eyes are?
When she looks at people, especially when she looks at him, it feels like a little hook tugging at his heart or a feather lightly brushing the tip, making it itch and tingle...
The previously suppressed emotions gradually surfaced from his heart, that touch of clarity becoming somewhat ambiguous.
He reached out his hand, gently placing it on Qiaoqiao's face.
His gaze was deep yet tender.
Qiaoqiao didn't move, still gazing at him with her watery eyes, seeming to engage in an unspoken invitation.
At this moment, Qin Yize truly couldn't hold back, his eyes darkened, and in a swift motion, he pressed Qiaoqiao beneath him.
Qiaoqiao let out a surprised gasp.
Involuntarily grabbing onto Qin Yize's pajamas.
Due to nervousness, her chest heaved violently.
