"Jing, I'm a little cold. Let me go."
"You have to promise me you'll come home with me, Elder Sister. Only then will I let you go."
Chen Wanqing pressed her lips together, struggling to hold down the hand that was climbing toward her chest and keep it from wandering.
"Jing, you're taking advantage of my situation."
"Yes, I am. I was never a gentleman to begin with. I can be even worse."
Chen Wanqing knew Zhao Jing was difficult, but she hadn't expected him to be *this* difficult. She was no match for him at all. In the end, she could only raise her hands in surrender under his relentless pressure.
When the two of them left, De'an was also getting ready to go out.
"It's boring sitting at home. I'm going to hang out at Wang Jun's teahouse."
"Why don't you come with us to Moxiang Pavilion?"
De'an thought for a moment. "I suppose I could."
Their pair became a trio. Chen Wanqing walked in the middle, with Zhao Jing and De'an on either side of her.
