Qiao Yu spoke calmly, then opened the ice cream in her hand. She threw the lid into the trash can, scooped a spoonful of ice cream to her lips, and took a light sip, then walked past Lu Wenling with an extremely composed demeanor.
As she passed by, she even smiled with a hint of relish and said, "Hmm, not bad."
Lu Wenling turned his head and glanced at her.
The girl was wearing a cartoon pajama with a big pink pocket on the back, making her look exceptionally young and cute. It seemed like she had just taken a bath, her long hair half-wet and draped over her shoulders. When she walked past him, a subtle fresh floral scent drifted into his nose.
His brow furrowed instantly, for a moment unsure whether the 'not bad' she was savoring referred to the ice cream or his physique.
Was it his imagination, or did he always feel like he was being teased by a little kid?
Just as this thought occurred to Lu Wenling, he saw Qiao Yu stop in her tracks and turn around.
