A sudden kiss landed on her cheek. Jiang Qingli froze for a moment, then turned her head to meet a pair of golden, serpentine pupils.
Ye Linyuan stared at her, a hint of almost imperceptible probing and seriousness in the depths of his eyes.
"Not right now."
Jiang Qingli thought he was going to continue. Fearing he would do something reckless, she covered his mouth and said in a hushed voice, "Professor Ye, you have to supervise our practice later. Don't keep thinking about... this stuff. It'll get in the way of important things."
Then, with a deadpan expression, she patted his shoulder. "This is for your own good."
Ye Linyuan: "..."
He almost laughed in exasperation, a corner of his lip twitching. "Acting all high and mighty now that you've had your fun."
'The nerve of him...'
But Jiang Qingli had long since learned how to handle Ye Linyuan's passive-aggressive sarcasm.
