Zhan Qipei flashed Qiao Jing a sly smile. "I told you I'd make you admit it."
Once he conquered her, could she still keep up her deception?
"Hmm?" Qiao Jing intimated she couldn't understand the man's moves.
To force her to admit it, he'd personally cook and warm milk for her, boil eggs?
As she thought about it, her gaze fell on the milk.
Could it be that he added something to it?
After washing up and sitting at the table, Qiao Jing stared warily at the milk in front of her. She picked it up and sniffed it, but there wasn't any peculiar smell.
She sipped a little, and there was nothing unusual.
This was strange.
"This milk is very fresh, you can drink it with confidence," Zhan Qipei said, then took a sip of the milk himself.
Qiao Jing narrowed her eyes, and then pushed her own milk in front of Zhan Qipei, "Switch cups."
Upon hearing this, Zhan Qipei's pupils suddenly brightened.
Was she trying to indirectly kiss him?
"Okay."