Watching him like this, Han Ziqing couldn't help letting out a soft chuckle.
"Do you think I was that terrible last time?" Han Ziqing asked.
Chen Jiashu: "???"
Don't you have the slightest bit of self-awareness?
Even at a time like this, he was still asking!
How was he supposed to answer that!
Chen Jiashu could only keep his eyes open and tell blatant lies, saying, "No... it was pretty good..."
That sounded obviously a bit forced, especially considering Han Ziqing's lousy technique.
Praising him yourself was pure fraud.
Han Ziqing was clearly dissatisfied with this answer, reaching out to turn him around.
A low, raspy voice came from behind him, "I've learned a lot during this time, you can give it a try."
Chen Jiashu: "???"
Was this something you could just try?
Han Ziqing didn't give Chen Jiashu much time to think before his body pressed down on top.
Chen Jiashu had already prepared himself to grit his teeth, hoping he wouldn't let out too disgraceful and miserable of a scream.
As it turned out, Han Ziqing's movements were unusually gentle.
He could feel that the man was genuinely studying earnestly.
Waking up again, it was almost noon, and the spot beside him was already empty.
Chen Jiashu had slept in a haze, and upon waking up, his entire body felt sore and weak.
The process last night had gone surprisingly smoothly.
Han Ziqing acted as if he had suddenly figured everything out, his movements quite practiced.
So practiced that he almost thought Han Ziqing had been secretly practicing with someone else.
His body had already been cleaned up, and aside from a slight foreign-object sensation, there were no other feelings.
He scrambled up to wash up, feeling a bit hungry.
Figuring that at this hour Han