As she thought about this, Feng Qing couldn't help but rub her buttocks. This was because the Xie Jiuhan in her imagination, who was wearing glasses, was waving the pointer in his hand coldly.
A few minutes later, Xie Jiuhan put down the tablet and stared at Feng Qing with a burning gaze. Feng Qing snapped out of her fantasy and stared at the man curiously. "You finished reading so quickly?"
Xie Jiuhan's nostrils flared. "I can't calm down at all when you're sitting on me like this. I suspect that you're missing my fingers again."
Feng Qing : "…"
Xie Jiuhan raised his hand and pushed his glasses up his nose. "You seem to like seeing me wearing glasses?"
Feng Qing subconsciously nodded and quickly shook her head. She instantly felt a little shy and tried her best not to blush since she was seen through by the man.
Xie Jiuhan raised his eyebrows after seeing her like this. "What do you mean by nodding and shaking your head?"
