And Zhao Jing actually came down.
After coming down, he took over for Chen Wanqing and watched his cousin scale the ladder in a few quick movements. With paste in one hand and a spring couplet in the other, he had it posted in a flash.
Zhao Jing softly called out to Chen Wanqing, "Wanqing."
Chen Wanqing smiled back. "What is it?"
"Wanqing, I don't have the body of a Scholar. You know that."
Chen Wanqing kept smiling. "I don't know that."
"Wanqing, don't play dumb. You slept with your arm around my waist last night. You were feeling me up all night. My waist is all muscle."
Caught off guard by his sudden remark, Chen Wanqing couldn't help but shoot him a harsh glare before turning and storming toward the house.
Halfway there, she remembered she hadn't said goodbye to Zhao Tang. She quickly called out to him before turning and disappearing into the house.
