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