He extended his long, fair hand and tugged at the hem of her clothes. "Come on. If you want it, I can give it to you right now."
"Cough, cough, cough... Jing He, you... don't joke around. I... I never had any such thoughts."
Su Qiao finally came to her senses. Blushing, she jumped off the bed and bounded far away in an instant.
"Oh, so you don't want me."
Qi Jinghe sat up with sorrow in his eyes. A trace of disappointment and self-mockery faintly welled up in his heart.
This afternoon at the market, she had made it sound so nice.
So it turned out that it had all been lies after all.
Well, he looked like this, after all. He had lost his chastity before marriage, so no one could possibly not despise him.
"No, that's not it. It's not that I don't want you. I just..."
Seeing that he looked so hurt he was about to cry, Su Qiao grew terribly anxious.
After struggling for a long while, she finally found a halfway decent excuse.
"I just think that with this sort of thing, we... we should both be willing. That way it'll be, um... harmonious."
"Both be willing?"
Qi Jinghe froze for a moment, then suddenly threw his head back and laughed as if he had heard the funniest joke in the world.
"Hahaha! You're someone who often teases respectable married men outside, yet you actually said those four words. That's truly hilarious."
"Teases respectable married men?"
Su Qiao's face darkened. She walked over, sat cross-legged on the bed, and looked at him with an utterly serious expression.
"Jing He, I admit to drinking and gambling, but I absolutely cannot admit to this teasing business."
She could never admit it, not even if she were