She looked up and met Lu Moqing's tender and smiling eyes, "If you keep frowning, you'll get wrinkles."
Before Qiao Xu could say anything else, she saw Lu Moqing lean down and whisper in her ear, "Don't worry, I'll be careful."
"Who's worried about you? I'm just afraid your skills aren't up to par, and I'll fall off your back."
Her concern being detected by Lu Moqing caused a hint of unease to creep onto Qiao Xu's face.
Avoiding his amused gaze, she lowered her eyes, muttering softly as her ears turned red again.
Lu Moqing loved her disingenuous demeanor so much that he wanted to hug her and kiss her even more forcefully but managed to restrain himself at this moment.
His half-lidded eyes carried some warmth as he gazed at Qiao Xu's flushed ears and let out a pleased chuckle, "Isn't our son the best proof of my abilities?"
Qiao Xu: "..."
She shouldn't have talked to him. She didn't know where he learned these provocative words from.
