Xia Xiwan’s guilty glance met Ye Ling’s. “I wasn’t thinking about anything.”
Ye Ling’s luminous eyes held a captivating, playful softness. “It’s written all over your face.”
Unable to come up with a reply, Xia Xiwan stammered for a moment before ducking into a boutique to look at belts.
“Lingling, I still need to buy a gift for Grandma.”
“Sure. What does the old lady like?”
“Dolls.”
Ye Ling nodded
















