Han Qianqian pushed Shi Annuo away, her face red with both anger and embarrassment as she looked at him. "You're a man, she's a woman, don't you know men and women shouldn't have physical contact? You stripped and lay on top of her, how acceptable is that? It's completely inappropriate!"
Despite her trendy dressing and having studied abroad, Han Qianqian was still very traditional at heart.
Shi Yuhuan's eyes, deep like a calm ocean, indifferently swept over her. His aloof demeanour made it seem as though nothing had caught his interest at all.
He reached over to Song Qinghuan, putting an arm around her shoulders, and drew her into his embrace. His every move exuded an air of high-born dignity. "She's my woman. We're already married, anything intimate that happens between us is natural and none of your business."
Song Qinghuan felt extremely uncomfortable. Despite her struggle, she was unable to break free.
So, she found an excuse, "We have guests, I'm going to get some water."
