Qiao Yun carefully scrutinized the incredibly flirtatious Pei Ya and asked with concern, "Are you ill?"
"Do you have medicine?" Pei Ya retorted instinctively.
Qiao Yun: "Hmph."
Pei Ya: "..."
"I'm sorry, Professor Qiao, I was wrong! Please don't punish me!"
He swore that he had just blurted it out, and he definitely hadn't actually intended to ask Professor Qiao for medicine.
"I was just joking to cheer you up."
Unfortunately, Professor Qiao wasn't feeling romantic at all and still had that cold expression. Now, there was even a look of disgust added to her face.
Pei Ya: Okay, Professor Qiao is disgusted with him.
"I have something to do, I need to leave." Qiao Yun turned around to go, pretending not to know this flirty guy in front of her.
Pei Ya quickly called out to her, "I actually have something serious to talk to you about."
Qiao Yun raised an eyebrow, her voice indifferent: "What is it?"
"I'm taking you to a show," Pei Ya said with a tone mixed with schadenfreude.
