Qin Qingqing ultimately still didn't have Mo Ziye's thick skin.
Her face was already flushed red from the earlier kiss, and now with his teasing words, it was burning even more.
She smiled with twinkling eyes, "I was just out of practice for a moment; no need to teach me."
"Qingqing, are you sure?"
Mo Ziye held onto her hand, not letting go.
At such close proximity, his hot breath fell entirely on her flushed face.
Their eyes met, with sparks dancing in his pupils.
This little girl dared to tease him.
But this was the familiar Qingqing.
Four years ago, before they broke up, Qingqing would boldly tease him like this.
In fact, most of their intimate moments were initiated by her.
Back then, because she was still young, although Mo Ziye was mature and understood everything, his father had reminded him long ago.
Before Qin Qingqing was an adult, and even before they got married, he wasn't allowed to bully her.
