Zhan Qipei stubbornly grasped Qiao Jing's rabbit tail and refused to let go, giving it a few squeezes.
"I really like this outfit of yours, but it's for my eyes only."
The soft sensation in the palm of his hand inevitably reminded him of other things, like that night on the cruise ship...
Qiao Jing set down the thermos she was holding and slapped Zhan Qipei's hand away.
"Let go, go drink the soup yourself."
She should've changed into another outfit before coming up with Zhan Qipei, but her clothes were still in the changing room downstairs, giving this damned man an opportunity to take advantage.
Zhan Qipei casually glanced at the thermos and then returned his gaze to Qiao Jing.
His hands remained busy as he reached up to pinch the rabbit-ear headband on Qiao Jing's head.
"What kind of soup?"
Qiao Jing's temples throbbed abruptly, and once again she slapped Zhan Qipei's hand away.
"Zhan, Qi, Pei! Try touching me again and see what happens!"
