Looking at Qi Helian's almond-shaped eyes, which softened with her gaze, she tried to mischievously curl the corners of her mouth, "Then I'll borrow your Minnie for a while. Don't blame me if you can't keep up with your work."
Qi Helian chuckled softly, "If I can't keep up, I won't shoot. I'll go shopping with you instead."
…
What are they talking about?
Facing the large floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the sea, the man looked out, moving his gaze from the vast ocean to the couple standing across from each other on the street.
The man's hand rested on the girl's head. They both had their heads down, their faces unseen, but they had been standing there for a long time.
The girl seemed unhappy. Were they arguing? Was the man trying to console her?
With quiet music flowing through his headphones, basking in the sunlight, Ji Chicheng absentmindedly became engrossed.
Charles walked up beside him, following his gaze, and asked while looking, "What are you looking at?"
