Yue Tingfeng snatched Yan Qingsi's hand. "No. It's me who's indecent," he said, tone serious. "My will is too weak. Every time I see you, I burn with desire. I'm not worthy of even being treated as an object."
Yan Qingsi extricated her hand from his grasp. "Then I won't sleep together with you anymore. I have to take precautions against perverts like you."
Yue Tingfeng found this unacceptable. He wrapped his arms around Yan Qingsi, sticking his body onto hers. "You can't do this…" he said, "Will you still want your future husband if you sleep with my mom?"
Yan Qingsi rapped her hand on the crown of Yue Tingfeng's head. "I did. Once. Now I don't."
"You dare—" Yue Tingfeng said, expression darkening, "You've tossed me around and have eaten me so many times. Are you going to abandon me once you've had your fill and not take responsibility for what you did?"
