Luo Qiangwei's body was stiff, and her face was tense as well. She stared at the tiles opposite, "I never said it wasn't okay. Our current relationship is a transactional one. If you want, you can force it."
Mo Shiche's grip on her hand tightened slightly, and that part of him still poked at her, but he made no further move. After a long pause, he said in a low voice, "We are husband and wife."
She didn't speak.
He didn't say anything more either, just holding her like that.
After who knows how long, Mo Shiche let go of her hand and straightened his body. He raised his hand again, "Help me bathe."
Luo Qiangwei glanced at his manhood, which made her blush and her heart race. She immediately looked away and said with a laugh, "Is President Mo planning to bathe all stiff?"
The man stood there unfazed and replied indifferently, "Or you can help me relieve it."
"..."
Luo Qiangwei tossed a towel over his manhood.
