Qiao Rui's shoulders slumped, and her long eyelashes trembled slightly, hiding a gleam of light at the bottom of her eyes, "I don't really need anything, you don't have to buy clothes for me."
He could probably detect the hint of dejection in the girl's tone. He frowned slightly, reconsidering his recent actions, and instantly understood something.
Pei Liyan was a smart man, naturally able to decipher the slightest clues with attention.
"Do you have some feelings?" he approached Qiao Rui, deliberately asking in a low voice by her ear, "What's wrong?"
Qiao Rui inhaled silently, softly replying, "No, no feelings at all, why would you ask that?"
Pei Liyan didn't speak anymore, just looked at her with his profound eyes.
Qiao Rui immediately snapped back to reality. What was she doing?
Getting emotional over a single sentence from him was really inappropriate.
It was unlike her, too sentimental.