"No, I'll do it myself!" Lin Qianqing's complexion turned a shade paler, clinging to her clothes without daring to undress.
Jin Xiaoran's face stiffened, feeling that he had given her enough face for the night; continuing this act of coyness was simply too much. His displeasure began to show.
"Lin Qianqing, from today on you are the official wife in my residence, a married woman. Has no one taught you how to behave as one?"
"I..." Lin Qianqing said softly, "I was startled during the day, I'm still... somewhat afraid."
Recalling the frustrations of the day, Jin Xiaoran's burgeoning desires were immediately extinguished by cold water.
Indeed, Lin Qianqing was still young. A mere girl startled so severely by the day's events had good reason to be acting so strangely tonight.
It wasn't her fault; if there was blame, it lay with that damned Jin Tingyu.
