The girl spoke in a flat, matter-of-fact voice.
Ye Wangchuan was stunned for a second and then laughed. The hostility that had just gathered in his heart instantly dissipated.
His brows relaxed, and his eyes were clear. He wasn't stingy with his praise. "God Qiao, well done!"
Qiao Nian glanced gently in his direction. Even though she knew that he was deliberately teasing her, she almost couldn't resist asking him if he could change the way he addressed her.
God Qiao...
Nothing good ever happened when Ye Wangchuan called her that.
However, Qiao Nian swallowed the words that were about to come out of her mouth. She tapped her fingers on the mug and tugged at the corners of her lips. The spot where she had been kissed was still faintly visible, and it felt itchy and numb like an ant's bite. She had woken up this morning to wash up and brush her teeth. When she looked in the mirror, she saw that the swelling at the corner of her mouth had subsided. Nothing good would happen if she provoked him now.
Qiao Nian retracted her gaze and lowered her head to drink some water to hide her embarrassment.
Ye Wangchuan was still waiting for her to tell him off. To his surprise, his little girl had learned her lesson. She was silent and did not respond.
His thin lips curled into a smile. He didn't make things difficult for Qiao Nian. He stood up and walked back to the study, took out a rectangular box from the drawer, and handed it over.
"What's this?"
Qiao Nian put down the mug in her hand and reached out to take it.
Ye Wangchuan saw that she was in a good mood and said, "A gift."
Qiao Nian was confused.
A gift?
She pondered what day it was.
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