Ning Xia looked at Bo Siyan, who was lazily returning her gaze, as if intense sparks were shooting through the air between them. She clenched her fists and spoke with a trembling voice that was still full of shock, "Mr. Bo, you must be joking with me, right?"
She almost spelled out each word slowly and clearly as if afraid he wouldn't hear her properly.
He was going to teach her himself? Was it that exhilarating?
Bo Siyan's lips curled into a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes, and he replied with a counter-question, "Do I look like I'm joking?"
Ning Xia looked left, right, up, and down, trying to detect even a hint of jest on his handsome face, but she could never decipher any emotion in his deep, dark eyes.
