Beiming Han sat down, but he didn't eat any breakfast; instead he just watched her wolfing it down.
They hadn't seen each other for five years, and the little girl had indeed changed—she'd become even more beautiful. Her features were more exquisite and deep than before, as if every eyelash were God's finest masterpiece, flawless to the point of perfection.
"Can you get full just by looking at me?" Gu Qingxin lifted her head and glared at him, anger flickering in those dark, bright eyes; yet in his gaze it turned into a silly, coquettish complaint.
So beautiful it was unreal!
"I can." The smile at Beiming Han's lips deepened, and the way he looked at her grew even more scorching.
Gu Qingxin hated this mouth of hers; she might as well just sew it shut with a needle. What on earth was she saying? He'd definitely think she was worrying about him!
But if she tried to explain now, it would just look like she was covering it up…
