The color in Quan Jingwu's eyes gradually deepened, and a suggestive murmur escaped his thin lips, "So comfortable."
Jian Qing twitched the corners of her lips, "...."
What's with that moan?
It's like she had done something unimaginable to him.
Now, her anger hadn't subsided yet, unexpectedly it stoked the flames in him.
One hand wrapped around her waist, and the other grasped her small restless hand, his deep muffled voice became husky, "Sweetie, I don't mind if you want to continue elsewhere."
Jian Qing forced a smile and pulled back her hand, "I mind, thank you!"
God knows she'd been holding back a thousand curses.
"Can you stop being mad at me, when you push me away, it makes me feel awful." Quan Jingwu leaned his forehead against hers, speaking softly.
"Where does it hurt?" Jian Qing held back laughter, maintaining a stoic expression.
"It hurts all over." Quan Jingwu looked at her, pulling her hand to press against his chest, "This hurts the most."
