Sitting on the sofa, Little Nuomi turned her head plaintively and chimed in, "Exactly, what do you think of Little Nuomi?"
"I'm just cultivating her reaction skills."
"Stop talking nonsense, does cultivating reaction skills require catching frisbees?"
"Oh, no need." Mu Jingxi's voice was steady and unruffled.
As if he was discussing something completely normal, like how the weather is nice today, perfect for sunbathing.
That tone, that demeanor, was just begging for a beating!
Qiao An clenched her fists, her bright eyes glaring, "Don't think I don't dare to hit you!"
"And you?" Mu Jingxi slipped in swiftly, shutting the door behind him.
His thin lips slightly pressed, his eyes deep like ink, "You've done so much, isn't it just to force my hand? Qiaoqiao, you know I never like it when you joke about your health."
How... how did it come back to her again?
Qiao An felt lacking in confidence, guiltily averting her gaze, "One thing at a time, we won't talk about this now."
