"Shen Jue, oh Shen Jue, I really have to say, can you not always think about those naughty thoughts? Blood, such precious stuff, I almost wanted to catch it with a little basin so you can drink it back."
Shen Jue tilted his head, looking at Rong Qingqing's gloating face, and snorted at her.
Having his fiancée in his arms, if he were a normal man, it would be hard not to have wandering thoughts.
Especially as the engagement party drew closer, Shen Jue found his heart becoming more restless each day.
He was really trying to control himself, otherwise, how could Rong Qingqing be standing here laughing at him?
To be like this, wasn't he already restraining himself?
Shen Jue realized that expecting Rong Qingqing to have a conscience was like expecting a dog not to eat meat.
At this moment, Nanny Zhao knocked on the door and urged Rong Qingqing, "Miss Qingqing, your father and mother are already waiting for you downstairs."
