"I didn't use much strength just now…"
Embarrassed, Yue Jiaojiao cut him off.
"You're one to talk!"
Zhao Zhan silently took back the second half of his sentence.
He didn't use much strength just now. However, the skin of his lover was too delicate, and a few red marks could be left behind when his fingers touched it.
"It's my fault." Zhao Zhan leaned close to the woman's ear. "Next time, I'll definitely ask you in advance if you're willing to do it."
Yue Jiaojiao was confused. She felt that this man was tricking her.
"Zhao Zhan, didn't you say you were going to the kitchen to get dinner? Hurry up and go." This was the first time Yue Jiaojiao felt that she couldn't win against him in an argument. She hurriedly pushed his shoulder and said, "Hurry up and put on your clothes."
Zhao Zhan gave a muffled laugh.
