Jian Qing gave him a blank look, and Quan Jingwu reached out to grasp her wrist, pulling her into his embrace, with his hands locked around her waist.
"What's the matter, we can eat now, Grandpa and the rest are still waiting."
Having just showered, the man carried the fresh scent of shower gel, and his slightly disheveled ink-black hair brushed past her cheek, causing her to involuntarily shrink her neck.
Quan Jingwu tilted his head and pressed his thin lips against her rounded earlobe, "I don't want to eat, I want to eat you."
Jian Qing chuckled lightly and patted his hand, "Be serious, let's go down to eat quickly, everyone is still waiting."
"I'm out of strength," he said, his shoulders slumping, leaning his entire weight on her.
"So, what exactly does Lord Jingwu want?" Jian Qing glanced at him sideways, her eyes alight with intense amusement, commenting that if seventeen-year-olds were childish, he certainly wasn't far behind.
