Zhao Jingting frowned slightly, reached out to brush the hair from her forehead, and leaned closer, staring at her eyes in confusion. "Is there something wrong with your eyes?"
Su Qiao's face darkened.
She reached out, pushed him away, and retreated several steps.
"No, there's nothing wrong with my eyes. There's something wrong with my brain."
I must have something wrong with my brain to be nagging at him here for so long.
Zhao Jingting looked at her, completely baffled. "You little secret guard, it seems there really is something wrong with your brain. One moment you're talking about one thing, and the next you're talking about something completely different."
Su Qiao took a deep breath.
Communication was a bridge to the heart, but clearly, they were walking along two different paths—and seemed well on their way to never finding their way back.
"My King, I want to ask that miracle doctor to examine your eyes. Having poor eyesight really affects you quite a lot."
At least it's a waste of such a fine face.
Zhao Jingting finally understood what she meant, and instantly flew into a rage. "How dare you insult my eyesight?"
Su Qiao curled her lip. "What else could it be?"
Could it possibly be that there's something wrong with my eyes?
"You little secret guard, you seduced me, and I haven't even punished you for it yet. How dare you mock me?"
Zhao Jingting angrily reached out to pinch Su Qiao's chin. However, how could Su Qiao, who had already fallen for that trick once, possibly fall for it again?
She quickly backed away, putting a good five or six paces between them.
Zhao Jingting gritted his teeth. "With your looks, you can barely qualify to warm my bed. I—"
Su Qiao planted her hands on