Lu Moqing's breath continued to brush against her cheeks, gradually spreading like poison, numbing her nerves and making her feel stiff all over.
"There's always a process from being unfamiliar to familiar. You haven't handled it before, so start handling it now. If you don't understand, just ask me."
Lu Moqing's tone seemed too careless, as if these files related to company secrets were not worth a thing to him. They were laid out before Qiao Xu without reservation.
Qiao Xu couldn't help but frown, completely unable to understand what Lu Moqing was trying to accomplish in doing this?
"Weren't you saying that your headache made it impossible for you to work? How can you have the energy to teach me?"
Qiao Xu turned to ask him but forgot the fact that he was too close to her. As she turned her head, her thin lips brushed against Lu Moqing's face, and both of them froze in place.
