Before she could protest, she was already being carried back into the bedroom.
As the door slammed shut, her cries of protest were silenced.
Whether this was an act of making up for lost time or a form of punishment, Su Qingsang could not distinguish between the two anymore.
…
Shi Mengwan sat in the restaurant, and when the dishes were going to be served, her eyes scanned Su Qingsang's body. From time to time, she nodded.
"Well, that's not bad. Looks like you're living a fulfilling life."
"What nonsense are you talking about?"
"Tsk, are you calling it nonsense?"
Shi Mengwan looked Su Qingsang up and down and pursed her lips.
"Would you like to have a look at your neck? No matter what, you've got to put on a scarf before leaving home, don't you think?"
