Qiao Jing was not foolish, she guessed what the man was thinking about as he stared at her lips.
This damn man, really is—
"You look gentle and refined, like a true gentleman, but I didn't expect you to be so—"
"Lustful?" Zhan Qipei picked up where Qiao Jing left off.
Qiao Jing raised her exquisitely delicate eyebrows, "That's what you said."
Seeing the small expression on Qiao Jing's face, Zhan Qipei thought she was extremely cute.
"Yes, I said it. Besides, I'm a man. When facing the person I like, having such thoughts is normal, isn't it?"
By now, Qiao Jing had become immune to men's frequent confessions.
Just ignore it.
"So, do you want to?" Zhan Qipei pursed his thin lips as he continued to gaze at Qiao Jing's mouth.
Qiao Jing threw him a look, letting him figure it out on his own.
Zhan Qipei's eyes showed a hint of regret, he knew it would end like this.