Qin Zhiyou took advantage of his physique and height to restrain all her resistance, making her unable to move.
Lu Weixi was somewhat out of breath. After struggling to regain her composure, she managed to say: "Qin Zhiyou, you br---"
That's enough. The more she scolded him, the more spirited he became. What was most infuriating was that, after many years of marriage, Qin Zhiyou was well-acquainted with all her tiny reactions. The angrier she got, the more he seemed to take her on a dizzying, tumultuous ride. No matter what, he was able to instantly zero in on all her actions and disrupt her thoughts.
Lu Weixi didn't want to speak or pay him any attention, turning her back to avoid looking at him.
Just the thought of his fingers having caressed countless women, his lips having kissed countless women, made her feel a surge of nausea. She wished she could take a hundred, or even a hundred and eighty baths to wash his scent off of her.
