Halfway through the meal, someone came over to ask Ji Mo about the lighting. Not only Ji Mo, but even Ye Qiao followed over to check on it together.
By the time they finally dealt with the matter and returned to eat, the food had lost its warmth.
Swallowing a mouthful of cold rice, Ye Qiao looked up with concern.
"Is your stomach okay?"
Across the table, Ji Mo smiled and extended his left hand, tucking her loose strands of hair behind her ear. His fingers lingered, gently stroking her cheek.
"Don't worry, I'm fine!"
Ye Qiao blushed.
It was just a simple gesture, but somehow it made her heart race, her blood rush, and her hand gripping the chopsticks went weak, unable to hold the food.
Ji Mo had already withdrawn his fingers, yet her heart kept beating wildly.
She glanced at the man across from her, who seemed calm and casual, and silently cursed herself for being flustered.
Ye Qiao, oh Ye Qiao, he just touched your face, is it really worth this reaction!
