Even Idiots Can Say Intelligent Things

Qian Xiaoli nodded at his words. "I thought you were an idiot. Maybe even idiots can say intelligent things."

Feng Fan's forehead vein twitched in anger. "You sure have a lot of opinions about me, you little perverted sadist."

Qian Xiaoli blushed slightly at his words. "Ah, it seems I've been found out."

Under the table, she slid her heel against Feng Fan's big toe.

"Ouch!" he gasped, startled by the sudden pain.

Her blush deepened, but she grinned. "You're not very handsome, but you make some amusing expressions."

Feng Fan rolled his eyes. "Crazy girl, shouldn't you be ashamed of flaunting your weird little fetishes in public?"

Qian Xiaoli smirked. "Why bother hiding it when you already know? Besides, no one can hear us outside this room, the soundproof array ensures that."

"Aren't you afraid I'll spread the word about your peculiar tastes all over the capital?"