Qin Shaonan's eyes were deep black, "You're a very unqualified assistant."
Qiao Qiao, "..."
A few seconds later, she responded with a smile, "I'm not President Qin's assistant anyway."
Qin Shaonan lay there, looking at Qiao Qiao, speaking each word with force, "In a few days you will be, both you and Ji Yan are my people."
My people—
These three words sounded too ambiguous, even with Ji Yan's name added.
Qin Shaonan lay there, waiting for Qiao Qiao to start unbuttoning her shirt.
Qiao Qiao walked to the head of his bed, lowered her head, and started unbuttoning three buttons from the bottom of her shirt, then looked up at Qin Shaonan.
Qin Shaonan said, "It was the surgery done that night."
Qiao Qiao responded, pressing the call button, "Mr. Qin in Room 909 needs a medication change. Please send over the supplies."
After speaking, she looked at Qin Shaonan, "Wait a moment."
Qin Shaonan glanced at Qiao Qiao, "Didn't feel uncomfortable again last night?"
