"Change the subject."
Zhan Qipei knew it wouldn't be that easy.
"One year, just one year. After one year, if I can't make you fall for me, I'll go to the civil affairs bureau with you."
With a pleading look in his eyes, Zhan Qipei watched Qiao Jing, seeming almost pitiful now.
Qiao Jing's frown deepened even more.
At this moment, Qiao Jing's heart was incredibly conflicted. On one hand, she knew clearly that she had no romantic feelings towards Zhan Qipei. On the other hand, the image of another man risking his life to save her lingered in her mind, unable to be dismissed.
Zhan Qipei felt that he was just one step away from success, maybe this would do it.
"Hiss—um—" Zhan Qipei raised his hand to his chest.
"What's wrong? Did it affect your ribs?" While speaking, Qiao Jing's hand reached out to his chest, inspecting downwards.
Zhan Qipei grabbed her hand, letting her continue, which was overwhelming for him.