Qiao Jing tugged at the corner of her mouth wordlessly, "If you don't want it, forget it."
With that, Qiao Jing turned and headed for her room.
Zhan Qipei's gaze followed her figure intently. His thin lips pressed tighter, his mind a whirlwind of emotions. He lifted his leg, and just as Qiao Jing was about to enter her room and close the door, he hurriedly spoke up, "Okay, I'll accept your kind offer."
Hearing this, Qiao Jing stopped her steps and turned to look at Zhan Qipei.
"Just to be clear, I'm only going to give you a massage. I have no ulterior motives, nor do I like you."
Zhan Qipei looked at Qiao Jing's indifferent expression as if she were a stranger, and inexplicably, it irked him.
Qiao Jing returned to Zhan Qipei's side, "Lie down."
Zhan Qipei did as told and laid down, his eyes fixed on Qiao Jing.
Qiao Jing rolled up her sleeves to her wrists, revealing arms as luminous as the moon. Her glowing white skin immediately filled Zhan Qipei's entire field of vision.
