Fearing that she would attract more attention, Song Qiao almost whispered her words directly into the man's ear.
However, Song Qiao did not realize that this act made them look even more intimate; the two appeared as if they were whispering sweet nothings, with no one around them doubting that they were anything but a couple or husband and wife.
The fragrance emanating from the woman's body filled the man's senses, causing his eyes to darken even more.
Lu Jingchen's lips were tightly pressed, and he was momentarily rigid, unsure of what to do. His hand that was around the woman's waist tightened involuntarily, and his voice came out hoarse and unrecognizable, "Stop moving around, just let me hold you. You are well aware of how long it's been since I touched you and how much desire I have for you now..."
Song Qiao's face turned red, and her eyes immediately filled with a touch of resentment, "It's clearly you who can't control yourself."
