Originally, Yu Qiao Qiao thought that by asking this question, the two of them would no longer engage in such embarrassingly direct eye contact.
To her surprise, Chen Yan did not shift his gaze away; instead, he even extended his hand toward her with a smile.
Yu Qiao Qiao's heart pounded fiercer; she swallowed and watched in disbelief as Chen Yan's hand moved closer and closer to her...
She wanted to dodge, but for some reason, she suddenly felt drained of strength.
Thus, she watched as Chen Yan's hand reached her face...
Then, he gently removed a strand of hair.
"There was a hair stuck on your face," Chen Yan said softly.
Yu Qiao Qiao's heart "thumped" wildly, and her face turned as red as an apple.
She lowered her head, "Thank, thank you."
Chen Yan smiled, "No need to thank me."
After saying this, Chen Yan smiled, patted his hands, stood up, and said, "Alright. The turntable is also installed."