"What are you thinking?" Song Jianyi walked over, and a chestnut almost hit him on the head. She hesitated halfway because she suddenly remembered Qi Yu's identity. Qi Yu, who was adored by countless fans, might end up being driven away by her joke.
She chuckled, turned her hand that was suspended in mid-air, and somehow conjured a flower. The combination of a handsome man and a flower seemed a bit mismatched in the picture, but it was interesting. Qi Yu's expression was quite amusing. He seemed to have never expected that one day, the girl he admired would present him with a flower, even though she had no idea what he was thinking.
"Don't like it? Okay!" Song Jianyi looked at him with surprise as he stared at her. She was about to take the flower back, but Qi Yu reached out and grabbed the flower, enclosing it in her small hand in the process. The seemingly casual contact made her heart flutter.