Zhan Qipei immediately closed his eyes, pretending as if he hadn't heard anything, and even rested his head on Qiao Jing's neck.
The scratchiness of Zhan Qipei's hair tickled Qiao Jing, and she frowned slightly.
"Let go, move your head away."
They were already close to begin with, and now Zhan Qipei had rested his head on her too.
At this distance, she could not only hear the man's breathing close at hand but also feel a strong heartbeat coming from her palm, one after another.
A look of pleasure was written all over Zhan Qipei's brows, and his lips remained curled into a smile, but Qiao Jing couldn't see any of this.
His tone feigned a hint of weariness.
"I'm tired, going to sleep."
After saying this, he deliberately slowed his breathing, making it steady as if he had already fallen asleep.
Listening to Zhan Qipei's even breathing, Qiao Jing paused, but she really couldn't see the man's face now and was unsure whether he was truly asleep or not.
