Quan Jingwu laughed and leaned closer to whisper in her ear, "I'll massage your sore waist later, mood is something that is made."
"..."
Where the hell did this ruffian come from?
He's going to massage her?
Yeah right, she's afraid it will lead to something more intense.
"Go fold your clothes."
Having said that, she wriggled out of his embrace and quickly crawled into the bed.
Then, she picked up a magazine and started reading.
Quan Jingwu lifted the blanket and moved closer to her.
With a swift move, he directly grabbed the magazine out of her hand.
"Is this rubbish magazine more interesting than I am?"
With that, he threw the magazine towards the couch.
Jian Qing looked on, utterly exasperated.
Was this level of aggression really necessary?
Before she could recover, the man was already making advances on her.
"Hey, you said last night that you'd let me rest properly tonight."
Jian Qing, leaning against his chest, quickly interjected.
