Jian Qing's face turned red as she playfully scolded, "Behave yourself!"
"Behave how, hm?"
His slightly upturned tone at the end made the heart flutter.
Seeing danger, Jian Qing tried to push him away. "You figure out how to behave. Do be proper in public."
Indulging him at all was quite troublesome. Now she had fallen completely into his grip.
Quan Jingwu's strong arm firmly wrapped around her waist, his eyes filled with cheeky laughter. "I can't figure it out. Why don't you tell me, sweetheart, what I'm doing wrong or where I'm being improper, hm?"
Jian Qing, "..."
Damn it. She had the urge to punch him right there.
She looked at him provocatively, challenging his gaze. "Your improper behavior includes your lovesick antics."
Quan Jingwu "Oh"ed, replying with profound meaning. "I have the feeling that it's just this sort of behavior that you love about me, isn't it?"
