She looked at him, then asked somewhat hesitantly, "Gong Beiyao, will you agree to go see Qingxue's competition after we're done eating?"
"Depends on how you perform," Gong Beiyao said.
Sheng Qianxia quickly polished off the food on the table. "Was my performance okay?"
"My shoulders are so sore!" Gong Beiyao knocked on his shoulder.
"I'll massage!" Sheng Qianxia immediately stood up to massage his shoulders for him.
The moment her fingertips touched his shoulders, his body stiffened slightly.
This woman really stops at nothing to achieve her goals. Who said that's not a good thing? He enjoyed the strength in her fingertips, a smirk forming on his lips.
"My legs are sore too!"
"I'll massage!" Sheng Qianxia immediately bent down to massage his legs.
"My chest is sore as well."
"I'll also..." Sheng Qianxia's hands had already reached his chest when she realized something was amiss, "Gong Beiyao! You..."
"Qianqian?"
He called her name gently in her ear.
