She closed her eyes briefly and, upon opening them, her tone had grown even more distant. Turning her face away, she spoke indifferently, "I don't want anything in particular – I just don't want to do it with you right now. But if you insist on forcing me, there's nothing I can do. It's just that I don't think you would enjoy it very much, unless you naturally like the feeling of overpowering a woman."
Overpower.
Is that how she defines his desire for her?
Mo Shiche's handsome face turned colder as he forcefully turned her face to make her meet his eyes. "You don't want to now, so when will you want to?"
"When I feel good, I'll want to," Luo Qiangwei pushed him away and sat up on the bed, her body sticky from his touching and kissing. Frowning coquettishly, she complained, "You've made me all sticky; I have to take another bath. I'm tired now – it's annoying."
His gaze remained fixated on her, his hand already reaching out, "Should I carry you to the shower?"
