Qi Muhan could not help laughing. He teased, "Then why didn't Xiao Qiao blush when she saw me?"
Su Qiao raised her head with a slightly smug look. "Of course it's because I'm obedient!"
"Obedient? What do you mean?"
Qi Muhan truly could not figure out what connection the two had.
"Big Brother Qi repeatedly reminded me that whenever I encountered anything, I couldn't let my emotions fluctuate too much. I had to keep my mind calm and my heartbeat steady."
Looking at the little girl bobbing her head as she imitated his words, Qi Muhan could not help smiling again. "Heh heh, what a clever little girl."
She clearly did not feel anything special toward him, which was why she had not blushed. Yet she had actually managed to come up with such an excuse.
Thinking of this, Qi Muhan did not know what had come over him. He actually felt a little... disappointed.
Qi Muhan lowered his eyes, hiding the emotions in them, and opened the foreign-language storybook in his hand.
"Lie down. I'll read you a little story."
"Oh."
Su Qiao slid downward and lay beneath the covers, but her gaze fell on the hand with which he turned the pages.
These hands... were so beautiful.
"Big Brother Qi, your hands are fair and slender. They look so beautiful—they're perfect for playing the piano and holding a scalpel."
Qi Muhan laughed helplessly. "Can playing the piano and holding a scalpel really be mentioned in the same breath?"
"Why not?"
Su Qiao wore an expression that said this was perfectly normal.
"In my view, performing surgery with a scalpel is just like playing the piano. You have to strive to get every note right and not overlook even the tiniest detail. Otherwise, the piece won't be perfect, and