The Golden Finger of Steamed Bun

"I'm not asking you what you're out for, so don't ask me how I know." Yi Qing said, bending over to blow on the undried ink.

Xiao Chen was standing right in front of her, and at this angle, he could see her pouting red lips and the faint charm underneath.

He quickly turned his head and just happened to miss the craftiness that flashed across Yi Qing's eyes.

Yi Qing: Say you're being serious, you're turning your head; say you really have a history, why do you blush when you don't want anything?

That's right, she was testing Xiao Bu Dian.

Although the Old Ancestor had taught her that rabbits don't eat grass by their nests, but compared to other grasses, this grass by her nests was just like an exotic flower. She was eager to give it a try — these days, Yi Qing felt that Xiao Fei was a good candidate for a lover.