Lu Moqing moved closer to her, scaring Qiao Xu into instinctively taking a step back. She responded in a faint voice, "Mm."
Turning her head away from Lu Moqing to wash the dishes, he moved closer to her again.
"Wife, there's actually something else we can work out together," he said.
"What is it?"
Qiao Xu casually asked as she walked over to the sink to wash the dishes.
Lu Moqing stood behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist and burying his chin in the crook of her shoulder.
Qiao Xu's body suddenly stiffened, and her eyes darkened as she said coldly, "Stay away from me."
Seeing that she didn't immediately push him away, Lu Moqing rejoiced in his mind and started to push his luck further.
He didn't let go of her; instead, he turned her body to face him, leaned down to get closer to her face, and looked straight into her slightly panicked eyes with his dark, deep pupils, whispering:
"Wife, let's make a deal, shall we?"
