Shen Yi stared at the plump, round cactus, taking a moment to react before raising a handsome eyebrow.
Qin Jiao asked, "Don't you like it? If you don't, I can take it back."
"I love it!" As if afraid she might actually take it back, Shen Yi immediately cupped the flowerpot in his hands. He moved so quickly he nearly pricked himself on the needles.
Qin Jiao was suddenly struck by how much he seemed like an actual seventeen-year-old, full of boyishness.
She said, "You don't need to water a cactus too often. You don't have to pay much attention to it. They're actually very easy to care for."
"Mm-hm." The thought that this was something they were essentially raising together sent a tingling warmth through Shen Yi's chest.
Qin Jiao felt the atmosphere had become a little strange—far too intimate. She wasn't a true seventeen-year-old. If she were really that young and naive, she could have remained completely oblivious.
