Qiao Lian wasn't sure what standard Chuzheng's "try your best" referred to, but he always felt it wouldn't be good.
"Why do you like me, teacher?"
"Because you're..." A Good Person Card! Mine!! Chuzheng paused for a few seconds: "Because you're Qiao Lian."
"??"
If he wasn't Qiao Lian, would you not like him?
But that's not right, he is Qiao Lian...
Chuzheng's fingers touched Qiao Lian's back. Even through the thin fabric, she could feel the scars rising and falling on his back.
Chuzheng's fingers slid down, reaching under his clothing.
Her fingertips touched Qiao Lian's waist, causing him to straighten his back in shock, grabbing Chuzheng's wrist: "Te...teacher, what are you doing?"
"Just checking your injuries, what's wrong?" Chuzheng was very open and justified.
Qiao Lian: "..."
Despite overthinking, he was still embarrassed at this moment.
"Teacher, please stop, it's not a pleasant sight..."
"If I don't count them, how would I know what Qiao Hong did to you."
