The moment Su Qianxun finished talking, Long Sijue grabbed her by the wrist and pulled her onto his lap. He then lowered his head and kissed her petite lips.
Su Qianxun mustered the courage to shove him away. When Long Sijue stared at her with a hint of displeasure in his eyes, Su Qianxun quickly said, "Young master, the noodles will become soggy if they're soaked in the soup for too long. Why don't you finish them first?"
"Do you mean that I get to swallow you up after I finish those noodles?" Long Sijue asked, staring at her. He reached his large hand under her shirt and caressed the smooth skin around her slim waist.
Su Qianxun felt as if her heart was going to stop beating anytime. 'This man has a terrifyingly strong libido. Didn't he say that he only needs to do it on the first and fifteenth day of each month?'
"Hmm?" Long Sijue had yet to receive her reply, so he reached out to grab her chin and forced her to look at him.
