Qin Miaomiao resisted the urge to roll her eyes and said in a pleasant tone:
"Oh my, Sir, you are truly hard to please. Say you're jealous, you don't believe it; say you're not jealous, and you're mad again. What do you want me to do?"
Her gaze carried a seductive hook that could inadvertently enchant anyone, yet her scent was crisp and fresh, with a hint of fruitiness.
Lu Qing suddenly pinched her sensitive waist. Her body squirmed, and she nearly lost her balance and fell. Instinctively, she grabbed hold of his neck.
As a result, she was close enough to count the number of his eyelashes!
Lu Qing's eyes carried a trace of amusement. "Good comprehension. I quite enjoy you throwing yourself into my arms."
Throw yourself into your big-headed nonsense! She hurried to let go but froze in that very second:
"Try letting go, I dare you."
Try? Fine, try then! She opted to loosen her grip, and then…
