She wanted to know what Jian Shichu ate for lunch every day.
"What do you mean 'your cafeteria'?" Jian Shichu tapped her head, "It's our cafeteria!"
"Alright, alright, ours, ours," Ye Qingci repeated good-naturedly with a twinkle in her eyes, looking at him expectantly, "Shall we go have a look then?"
"Sure," Jian Shichu gave her bottom a pat, "Get dressed!"
Ye Qingci's face flushed with embarrassment as she glared at him, "Where are you patting?"
"What's wrong? Where haven't I patted before?" Jian Shichu laughed, "Or do you want to pat me back?"
Ye Qingci: "..."
Seventh Master Jian, this ruffian!
She swiftly changed into her clothes, fixed herself up, checked the mirror to ensure she was the epitome of beauty and grace, radiant and stunning, before leaving the bathroom and walking up to Jian Shichu.
