One day, at Qin Chengzhi’s birthday banquet, the constables of the Three Judicial Offices were relieved to see that their chief hadn’t been teased by Su Chenxian, that little vixen, for once.
So they all came forward with smiles to offer him a toast, hoping to restore the dignity their chief had lost before. Winking at Su Chenxian, they asked, “It’s our chief’s birthday today. Young Master Su, is there anything you’d like to say to him?”
“Hmm...” The little vixen stroked his chin thoughtfully, then grinned. “He has a sweet mouth~”
Qin Chengzhi’s hand trembled around his wine cup, but the others didn’t read too much into it. They laughed and said, “Young Master Su, you really know our chief well. He’s always been good with words...”
“I mean that literally.” The little vixen blinked his charming eyes at the man beside him and smiled seductively, then added slowly, “His mouth is sweet.”
“...”
A cool, chaste chief constable VS a beautiful, bewitching little vixen.
