That was undeniable. In the eyes of successful men, lust was the lowest level of desire.
Qiao Qiao stared at him for a long time, then asked a particularly annoying question. "You're not just trying to make me feel better, are you?"
Shao Jingmo smiled. "You can think so, but I have the right to defend myself."
"You're still arguing." Qiao Qiao said in a very complaining tone, "It hurt so much last night."
Shao Jingmo's eyes darkened. "Sorry."
"Forget it, forget it. Who asked you to be a rookie? I'll reluctantly believe you this time." The corners of Qiao Qiao's lips curled up hard. She was also trying her best to suppress her joy, and trying not to make it too obvious.
She circled the back of her hand and patted his arm on her lower back, indicating that he should let go. Shao Jingmo let go of her this time and said with a faint smile, "I'll be more familiar with it next time. I'll be careful next time."
