Song Qiao's hand was clutching the man's shirt, her face flushed red because of his blunt and straightforward words, and she glared at him indignantly, speaking in an annoyed tone, "Lu Jingchen, it's almost time for dinner, don't mess around..."
"Hmm, I'll finish before dinner, and I promise to make you feel amazing," the man replied unflinchingly, even leaning down to kiss her face as he walked steadily upstairs.
This time, Song Qiao was truly startled by the man's sudden arousal, her face immediately turning tearful, "I don't want it at all right now, you can't force me, and you've been pestering me these past few days, you should show some restraint, be careful not to exhaust yourself to death..."
