"You know this is cheating, right?" Jinghen's eyes mirrored her sprightly little face. After a moment of silence, he asked, "Will that cost me points?"
"What do you think?" Wen Qiao kicked the ball to him.
Jinghen sincerely inquired, "Can sacrificing my good looks make up for it?"
"..."
Is this even human language!
"No!"
"So, what should I do?"
Jinghen appeared genuinely troubled.
Wen Qiao put on an indifferent facade and looked at him, "Figure it out yourself."
No sooner had she spoken than she felt a moist sensation on her lips.
Unlike the brief contact before, Jinghen lingered on her lips for a moment, withdrawing a second before Wen Qiao could react.
Wen Qiao's eyes went round.
"I think no matter how I try to make up for it, I won't regain that point. Might as well get my money's worth of tofu in one go."
"..."
