Lan Xin Ai blinked, her face turning crimson; she naturally understood Mr. Xi's meaning.
"Why?" the little woman asked curiously.
"We have to catch up on work starting tomorrow,"
Mr. Xi explained, looking at the little woman with a flushed face, gently pulling her into his arms: "If my wife wants, her husband will satisfy her."
Lan Xin Ai: "..."
The way he said it made her feel like a little demon, but who was the one endlessly clinging to her?
Of course, Lan Xin Ai didn't say that out loud, or else it might happen again in the car.
However, that night, after they returned to the villa, Mr. Xi held her close for another night of tenderness. It wasn't until four in the morning that Lan Xin Ai, worn out like a dog, lay on the bed, looking resentfully at the man beside her.
"You went too far."
"I'll be gentler next time."
Lan Xin Ai huffed, "There won't be a next time."
"I'll be gentler in the future."
"..."
