It really is...
An Ran couldn't help but feel a bit contemptuous towards herself.
Seemingly sensing An Ran's gaze, Chi Cheng suddenly put down his bowl and chopsticks, lifted his eyes to look at her, deep and unreadable.
They stared at each other for quite a while.
An Ran lowered her head, pretending to continue eating.
"An Xiao Ran." He called her affectionately, just like before.
Then he stood up, slowly leaned forward.
An Ran looked up in astonishment.
Watching as his face got closer, almost about to kiss her.
However, he slightly turned his face away, picked a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth with his hand, his voice teasing, "You've got rice on your face."
After saying that, he sat back in his chair leisurely, the fleeting emotion in his eyes already gone, looking at her playfully, "Were you nervous? Did you think I would kiss you?"
An Ran: "I didn't."
"I seem to have told you before—" Chi Cheng slowly sipped his coffee, "I only kiss the women I like."
