A pair of wooden chopsticks held a crystal clear soup dumpling in front of Ai Huan. Ai Huan looked up and saw a pair of white, slender hands with well-defined joints. Seeing the soup dumplings that she had broken several times appeared in front of the bowl, Ai Huan caught them with a bowl and smiled politely and said, "Thank you, uh..." Ai Huan paused for a moment. The man in front of her was wearing a dark striped suit and a white shirt. The collar of the shirt was slightly open, revealing his delicate collarbone, and the earrings in his left ear were shining. He only squinted his red eyes and looked at her embarrassment but did not help her. When they introduced each other just now, he said that he was... "You."
Ai Huan scratched her head for a long time and finally said "you" in embarrassment, which seemed to please the other party. The man opposite her eyes narrowed further, "You're welcome, Ai Huan." He paused and added, "I'm Xie Qiao." The last word seemed to be deliberately prolonged, with a softness, and the voice was magnetic and charming. It sounded so good that Ai Huan almost dropped the bowl, and she finally succeeded in recalling who this man was.
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