Qiao An likes Liping.
He liked her long, shoulder-length hair and the way she smiled.
He only dared to look at her secretly, but he didn't dare to express it because he had low self-esteem and was cowardly.
He had accidentally touched her cold fingers, and he thought she needed warmth.
He quietly filled her up with hot water during her lunch break, and then quietly put it back without anyone seeing or knowing.
He was lying on the table, pretending to be thinking, but in fact he was looking at her back and giggling secretly.