Xie Qinghuan frowned, "Qiao Xiaomo, what kind of death wish are you courting by winking and making faces over there?"
Qiao Mo laughed it off, "So, is there something going on with you and Yan Jiu? I never thought you two would have a fling!"
"Qiao Xiaomo, watch your language. What do you mean by a fling! Who would have a fling with that bastard!"
Qiao Mo had no choice but to agree, "Yes, yes, no fling. So may I ask, Miss Qinghuan, are you planning on developing a fling then?"
"In your dreams." Xie Qinghuan rolled her eyes without thinking much more.
But Qiao Mo's gossip-loving nature kicked in. After all, having been friends with Qinghuan for so many years, she hadn't actually seen her kiss any man.
"Qinghuan, honestly, wasn't it quite enjoyable?"
Xie Qinghuan was quite annoyed, and raised her hand to throw a powder puff from the table at Qiao Mo.
