A Squirtle Lost Its Dream

"Qingque?"

Gu Yuena's gaze fell on Qingque, and the shock in her heart was becoming impossible to suppress.

If Nahida had done something like this, she could still understand it. But when had Qingque gotten involved with Fusheng too?

Beneath the tablecloth, the two distinctly different feet were still working together with an eerie tacit understanding.

The small foot in white socks carried a mischievous, lively teasing quality, while the Jade foot in black stockings held a trace of restrained probing.

Caught between them, Nan Fusheng's back stiffened further. Even his breathing became somewhat hurried, yet he insisted on keeping a straight face, as though everything beneath the table had nothing to do with him.

That poor Squirtle tried to pull its head back under the double "pincer attack," but it seemed to be held by some invisible force and could only remain half-exposed.

The two distinctly styled jade feet occasionally brushed across its long neck. Every touch made its neck tremble faintly, yet it could not break free and could only shiver beneath this sudden "favor."

Gu Yuena slowly straightened up and lightly smoothed the hanging tablecloth with her fingertips. The coolness of the fabric passed through her fingers, but it could not quell the surging heat in her heart. She sat properly again and quietly shifted her gaze toward Kiana beside her.

As if sensing her gaze, Kiana immediately turned her head, a radiant smile like the morning sun blooming across her face. The purity and liveliness in her eyes were enough to make anyone lower their guard.

Had she not witnessed the scene beneath the table herself, no one would have connected this girl, as pure as a moonlit goddess, with secretly bullying Nan Fusheng's Squirtle.

She really has gone mad. Gu Yuena silently sighed to herself,