The melody of the six-colored piano surrounded the café, like a softly dancing sprite.
"Sister Qingjia, what would you like to drink?"
"I'll have a Kahlúa, please!"
Yu Qingjia had returned to her usual self. Her cold voice carried its habitual restraint.
"Sister Qingjia, your skin keeps getting better and better. It looks like it's been well taken care of."
Li Jiaqi's voice held a teasing tone, though Yu Qingjia's skin was indeed beautiful.
Today, she wasn't wearing makeup, but the abundance of collagen still made her face appear exceptionally tender. Her fair skin radiated a subtle blush, tempting others to reach out and touch.
"Jiaqi, is this what you called me out here for?"
Yu Qingjia sounded a little annoyed, her eyes turning a shade colder. She didn't want to grow overly close to Li Jiaqi.
The latter immediately caught the shift in her expression; she understood Yu Qingjia's mind.
