Jian Qing cocked her head, giving him a sidelong glance. "One should concentrate during working hours," she said.
Work together?
Ha ha. Then she probably wouldn't be able to sleep.
"Didn't you see how focused I am?" He curved the corners of his lips, his voice husky as he retorted.
"..."
Forgive her for being unable, she genuinely could not see the focus he was speaking about.
"So you really didn't notice, hm?" He rubbed against her neck, the fine strands of his hair brushing her skin, tickling her a little.
Jian Qing recoiled slightly, "I didn't notice."
If you want to talk, talk, can you not keep rubbing against her like this?
"I am focusing on handling you, did you notice?"
As he said this, his well-defined hand slipped into her clothes, the coolness of his fingertips against her skin made her shiver.
Focusing on her?
Where did he learn such speech from?
This is driving her nuts.
