She was still wearing safety shorts underneath, okay?
The corner of Du Muhan's mouth twitched, but in the end, he still refrained from saying anything that might anger her. "Then don't do it next time. I'll do it."
Remembering his agility just now, Su Qiao smiled and draped an arm over his shoulder. "Bro, those moves you pulled just now weren't bad. Where'd you learn them? Who taught you? How about we find some time to spar?"
Du Muhan darkened his expression and pulled the arm from his shoulder. "I admit defeat. Also, I'm not your bro."
"You're no fun at all."
They hadn't even started fighting, and he was already admitting defeat. Are you even a man?
"Besides, haven't you heard? The most unbreakable relationship between a husband and wife is that of brothers."
Du Muhan really wanted to say that he hadn't heard it before, but after a change of thought, he said meaningfully, "You have to become husband and wife first."
"Besides, would you really have me fight my girlfriend?"
Even if he won, it would still count as a loss—and an even more miserable one at that.
The milder outcome would be getting beaten up and then having to coax her afterward. The worse one might be getting dumped outright.
Did he look like such an idiot?
Su Qiao shot him a sidelong glance and walked into the office. "Didn't you refuse to let me be your girlfriend last time?"
Du Muhan followed her in step by step, his face revealing nothing unusual. "I did refuse."
As if. Why would I agree? It's not like I have nothing better to do.
Well, well! This guy's got guts!
Su Qiao plopped herself down behind the desk, the corners of her lips curving slightly upward. "So what you're