"You're spying on me?"
Qiao Jing hadn't expected Zhan Qipei to suddenly open his eyes, and when she met his gaze, she was taken aback for a moment.
Her eyes wavered and then she faintly withdrew her gaze.
"No."
She had only looked over a few times—how could that count as spying?
But according to the personality of Zhan Qipei, that narcissistic man, he'd probably insist later that she had been spying on him.
Zhan Qipei hooked up the corner of his mouth and leaned in once more, casually brushing his thin lips against Qiao Jing's earlobe.
"So who was spying on me just now?"
Qiao Jing felt her earlobe grazed by something warm and suddenly stiffened.
She glanced sideways at Zhan Qipei and only then realized just how close the man was to her, and that the warm thing was…
Zhan Qipei's lips.
Qiao Jing wordlessly tugged at the corner of her mouth and pushed Zhan Qipei away with one hand.
"I wasn't spying, just casually looking a few times."
