Seeing Wei Anning flee into the kitchen as if running away, a smile flickered in the depths of Leng Youchen's eyes. When he turned back to face Gu Chengjue, his expression was again cool and detached, tinged with a faint helplessness and indulgence, "She's always so fidgety, I apologize for making you laugh."
Gu Chengjue squinted at him, words acknowledging amusement while unable to conceal the pride in his tone, "I've known Ningning for more than a decade; she is the most adorable girl I've ever met."
Their gazes met in the air, and for a moment, there were flashes of swords clashing and the air was thick with tension.
Leng Youchen let out a soft laugh, "Indeed very adorable, especially when she's shy; she turns all pink like a sweet rice dumpling."