Show Me What You Know

"Are you sure you want to teach me?" Li Xueyue asked, hoping he'd understand her hint. She wanted him to realize that Li Wenmin was probably planning something. If Yu Zhen taught her, Wenmin would definitely pester her to show him what she learned. 

Nonetheless, she could not throw Li Wenmin under the carriage and reveal his plan, since it was mere speculation. 

If he caught onto her hint, he didn't react in any way. Instead, he touched the braid he tied for her, his fingers ran down the length of her hair that stopped near her breast. Before his hand could graze her chest, he lifted her hair and played with the ends of it.

"It'll be fun," he said, his eyes twinkling.

Li Xueyue wasn't sure if his meaning of "fun" would match hers. "I'm a slow learner," she admitted. "It takes me forever to understand a technique, but I would learn it in the end."