Nan Xun held the desk with his hands, holding his baby cheeks, tilting his head and staring at Jiang Xiubai: "Actually, you are quite good-looking, but... Your eyes are a bit small."
Jiang Xiubai was still staring at the book in his hand, and only used one hand to shake his index finger, as if he was an old god: "You, you, you are talking stupid things again."
Intention: Cherish