Ji Weitian was startled, her eyes widened as she looked at him.
She clenched the takeout bag in her hand, guarding against the possibility of nervously smashing his face with it and making it bleed.
The distance between the two was sowhat close, so close that Ji Weitian could see the pores on his face... Wait, he had no pores.
His skin was even better than a girl’s, which was a bit too much.
Ji Weitian wasn’t used to making eye contact with the opposite sex at such close range, and her mind wandered in an attempt to ease her nerves.
anwhile, she waited for Qin Nanyu to explain his behavior.
But after waiting for a long ti, he just looked at her without any intention of speaking.
Ji Weitian: "???"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
Ji Weitian: "!!!"
Qin Nanyu: "..."
"Qin Nanyu, the takeout is getting cold," Ji Weitian spoke up, unable to bear it any longer.
"Hmm," Qin Nanyu responded, catching the flash of fire in her eyes and vaguely feeling that he had irritated her again.
He initially just wanted to apologize but worried she might completely ignore him like before.
But when he actually stopped her, he suddenly forgot what he was supposed to say.
For the first ti, his mind went blank, unable to recall what the assistant had just told him about how to cheer up a girl.
He had never cheered up a girl.
Never.
She was the first.
"Hmm what? Let pass," Ji Weitian jerked her chin to the side, signaling him to move away.
Her hands were full, and not only was he not helping, but he was also blocking the way, thinking who knows what, weirdly.
"I’m sorry," Qin Nanyu finally spoke.
The simple three words made Ji Weitian pause and lift her eyes skeptically at him.
It seed curious why he would suddenly apologize so solemnly?
She hadn’t really been angry about him blocking her way, just worried that the little ones were hungry and wanted to hurry them to eat.
Rembering the little ones, Ji Weitian realized that the living room was unusually quiet.
Turning her head to look, the two little ones on the sofa had sohow co to sit side by side.
Ruirui covered his sister’s eyes with one hand and his own eyes with the other, but his fingers weren’t tightly closed, sneakily peeping through.
Little Glutinous Rice Dumpling, seeing nothing, anxiously asked, "Brother, why is it taking so long? Did Daddy and Mommy kiss yet?"
Ji Weitian: "..."
Qin Nanyu: "..."
Qin Nanyu withdrew his hand, glanced at Ji Weitian as if he too felt his previous behavior was inappropriate, and took the takeout from her hands and walked to the dining table to set it down.
Ji Weitian stood frozen for a mont, and by the ti she ca back to her senses, her hands were already empty.
A sigh ca from the two little ones on the couch.
"My dad is really dumb."
"It’s my mommy who got shy first."
"It’s okay, there will be another chance..." the style of the two little ones shifted, comforting each other.
Ji Weitian’s mouth twitched slightly.
Thinking to herself that there wasn’t going to be a next ti with Qin Nanyu, she stepped forward, bent down to pick up the two little viewers, and tapped each on the head.
"Children shouldn’t talk nonsense."
Then she carried them off to eat.
With food, the little ones were especially quiet, voraciously gulping down their als.
They finished quickly and hand in hand ran back to their room to play.
The dining table suddenly went from four to two people, and Ji Weitian self-consciously pulled out a tissue to wipe her mouth.
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