Quan Jingwu held her hand, resting his chin on her shoulder, and whispered into her ear, "Sweetie, why don't you just wear it to make me happy, hmm?"
Jian Qing, "..."
Seeing her silence, Quan Jingwu quickly diverted her attention. Lightly pecking at her side face, a dash of crimson instantly colored Jian Qing's fair cheek.
"Damn you, Xiaojing!" Jian Qing's eyes flickered as she stomped on his foot before pushing him away, heading towards the living room.
"You better get back."
Quan Jingwu watched her receding figure, he smiled slightly, picked up some fruit that had been washed next, and followed her leisurely.
...
Mingxiang Pavilion, the most famous tea house in Beijing.
Calligraphy hung on every wall of the pavilion, the gentle aroma of tea lightly enveloped the space, emanating a sense of peace and elegance.
In a private room on the third floor, a domineering voice resounded, "Aqiu, have you contacted that scoundrel Quan Jingwu?"
