Mo Tingshen remained silent, not oblivious to Qiao Man's coquettish behavior, but he was disinterested and had no intention of humoring her.
How could Qiao Man not have a hint of adolescent longing?
She was young, having been in a coma for three years. If she weren't the daughter of the Qiao Family, she wouldn't have been taken to numerous gatherings after waking up, where the ladies of her social circle took the initiative to befriend her, sharing jokes and stories. She pieced together bits from here and there, barely able to keep up with the current times. Additionally, being Mo Tingshen's fiancée meant no one dared to bully or deceive her, allowing her to quickly regain her confidence as a prestigious young lady.
Yet in front of Mo Tingshen, she was always unsure and anxious.
"Brother Tingshen?"
She shyly looked up, her gaze moving from his defined jawline upward, just managing to see his eyes before his large hand suddenly covered them.
"Don't overthink it."
