Qin Jin, flush with the success of the spring breeze, had to look dashing. "So-so," he replied nonchalantly.
Li Qiao bared his teeth, isn't he modest.
Qin Jin was bursting with excitement after learning something new and couldn't stop practicing. Li Qiao yawned suggestively, "Jin, you're still going at it? I'm getting kinda sleepy."
All of Qin Jin's thoughts were on martial arts practice. Although he used to win fights, he would also get hurt. If he could master technique, soon he'd be the only one throwing punches. "I'll be back later. There's a hot water bottle I bought a while ago in the suitcase, fill it with hot water and warm up the bed. I'll come home late."
Li Qiao was intrigued—was there a hot water bottle at this time? When she got home, she searched and found a green plastic bag, about the size of a math book, which she filled with hot water and placed in the bed.
As soon as her feet touched it, warmth spread through them.