"Qingque?"
Gu Yuena's gaze fell on Qingque, and she could no longer suppress the shock in her heart.
If Nahida had done something like this, she could still understand it. But when had Qingque gotten involved with Nan Fusheng too?
Beneath the tablecloth, the two distinctly different feet continued to cooperate with eerie coordination.
The little foot in white socks carried a playful, lively teasing, while the foot in black stockings held a hint of restrained probing.
Caught between them, Nan Fusheng's back grew ever straighter. Even his breathing became somewhat rushed, yet he stubbornly maintained an unchanged expression, 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 very different feet occasionally brushed across its long neck. Each touch made its neck tremble slightly, yet it could not break free and could only shiver through this sudden "favor."
Gu Yuena slowly straightened up and gently smoothed the hanging tablecloth with her fingertips. The fabric's coolness seeped into her fingers, but it could not suppress the heat surging through her heart. She sat properly again and quietly turned her gaze toward Kiana beside her.
As though sensing her stare, Kiana immediately turned around. A bright, dawnlike smile bloomed across her face, and the purity and liveliness in her eyes were enough to make anyone lower their guard.
If one had not personally witnessed the scene beneath the table, no one would have connected this girl, as pure as a goddess of moonlight, with "secretly bullying Nan Fusheng's Squirtle."
She really has gone crazy. Gu Yuena sighed soundlessly in her heart, then could not help looking toward Fors.