The moment the words left her mouth, Beigong Ling realized her mistake.
Jonas froze for a moment, apparently not expecting that reaction from Beigong Ling. Once he recovered, he did not let the opportunity slip away, asking with a teasing smile:
"What would you like me to do, Miss Ling?"
At those words, a blush instantly spread across Beigong Ling's face. Her gaze began to dart about, as though she were trying to avoid his eyes. Her lips trembled slightly, as if she wanted to say something but was held back by embarrassment.
She knew she had misspoken, but she still wanted to argue, to tell him this was just a misunderstanding, then hide her true feelings behind sarcasm. Yet when the words reached her lips, she could not get them out. Her thoughts were a tangled mess, and all she wanted was to leave as soon as possible and escape this awkward situation.
In the end, the girl merely took a deep breath and said:
"It's not what I want you to do. It's what you want me to do, isn't it?"
"While there are certainly things I'd like to do to you, now doesn't seem to be the time." As Jonas spoke, he handed her a clean towel.
"At the very least, I'm not particularly interested in working up a sweat with someone who's already drenched in it."
Beigong Ling instinctively took the towel before realizing the teasing implication of his words. Embarrassed and annoyed, she flushed, but her brows drew tightly together. She clenched both hands into fists and glared fiercely at him, her eyes brimming with displeasure.
"I wouldn't want to work up a sweat with someone like you either, Mr. Jonas."
"What a shame."
Despite his words, Jonas looked entirely unbothered.
"All right, go take