Jun Yexuan's gaze dropped low and temporarily rested on her damp hair. The temperature in his gaze heated up.
Qiao Qing listened to his uneven breathing and her eyes twitched, "Jun Yexuan!"
"I'm here." Not only did Jun Yexuan refuse to let her go - he hugged onto her even tighter, "Don't move. I won't do anything to you."
Qiao Qing, "..."
Jun Yexuan opened his lips again and his voice was noticeably more hoarse than before.
"Just how many more tricks have you got up your sleeve?"
After he asked, he realized he had made a mistake. Before Qiao Qing could respond, he added, "What do I do? The more I find out about your talents and capabilities, the less secure I feel. Did you know that all your brother says now is, 'You are not good enough for her.'"
Qiao Qing froze for a second before she giggled, "He's just kidding."
"But I treated his words like he meant it." Jun Yexuan spun her around, "Can you comfort me?"