Looking at the bewildered Chu Ge, He Qing smiled openly, "What's wrong? Is there something on my face that I didn't wash off properly?"
Chu Ge shook his head, looking at He Qing with a tangled expression, "What are you doing...?"
"Didn't you promise to give me a pre-sleep massage? Wearing too much is uncomfortable."
He Qing replied matter-of-factly, but Chu Ge was speechless, "Wow, I said that casually, and you took it seriously? You've been toying with me for so long, isn't it about time you stop? If you keep playing coy, I'm leaving."
He Qing shrugged, "Massage and serious talk don't seem to conflict, right? You do your massage, and it shouldn't stop me from talking, should it?"
"Are you sure?"
He Qing smirked, "Do you really find my words so untrustworthy? Of course, you can choose not to believe."
Chu Ge smiled helplessly, "Fine, then I'll choose not to believe."
