Qin Wenjun's provocation ignited Li Qing's strong fighting spirit.
"Has everyone become so brazen now? You still want to clamp down on me, don't you know you're playing with fire, young lady?"
He moved closer to Qin Wenjun, looked down, and surveyed the scenery below her hips.
The tight pants that were popular now were liked by women and appreciated by men.
When squatting down, they clung tightly to the skin, almost revealing every detail clearly.
"What are you doing?" Qin Wenjun quickly shifted to block Li Qing's view.
Li Qing curled his lips, "We're an old married couple now, can't I have a look?"
"Bullshit old married couple, we're newlyweds!" Qin Wenjun shouted.
"Then all the more reason I should look, right? After all, I'm not done playing with you, and we're far from being sick of it," Li Qing said teasingly.
"Put away your rascal's face, I'm busy here, don't distract me without helping," Qin Wenjun murmured softly, a touch of shyness flushing her rosy cheeks.
