The corners of Jie Jingchen's thin lips curved up slightly, and a wave of emotion stirred in the depths of his dark eyes.
A source of heat drew near. Qin Mei wanted to pull away, but then she changed her mind. 'Oh, whatever. Let it be hot.'
Seeing that she didn't shy away, Jie Jingchen's smile slowly widened. He leaned over, trapping Qin Mei in the chair, and ambiguously pinched her pointed chin with his fingertips.
"Hm?" Seeing her silence, Jie Jingchen prompted her with a hum.
Qin Mei gazed at him, an unreadable smile playing on her lips, her voice tinged with a hint of shyness. "You're... impressive. Very impressive."
"Meimei, you're just going through the motions." The smile on Jie Jingchen's lips deepened as he leaned closer to her, his voice a provocative murmur. "Meimei, we should..."
"We should what?" Qin Mei cut him off, the corners of her lips curving into a coquettish smile. She didn't believe for a second that Jie Jingchen would dare try anything at this hour.
