"Wouldn't you know if you just tried it?"
Upon hearing Zhan Qipei's words, Qiao Jing instantly furrowed her eyebrows, sat up straight, her ears beginning to turn slightly red.
"Are you being improper again?"
She had thought that Zhan Qipei was serious about watching the video and immediately learning the massage techniques, but this scoundrel ended up making an inappropriate remark after all that waiting.
Zhan Qipei's dark eyes were fixed on Qiao Jing's ears, and noticing the faint blush on them, he curved his lips into a smile, which carried a hint of mischief.
"Why 'again'? What's improper about it?"
He remembered that he hadn't said this type of thing to Qiao Jing recently, except for at night when she slept, when he would gaze at her tranquil face and think about many things, but never had the chance to act on those thoughts.
Qiao Jing rolled her eyes in speechlessness, no longer wanting to engage with Zhan Qipei, and prepared to head to the kitchen.
