Miao Qingqing got out of bed with a frown on her face, visibly in pain.
Song Xiaodong quickly showed concern, "Maybe you should rest today."
"No, there's still a lot to do at the company today." Miao Qingqing turned and glared at Song Xiaodong, saying, "You jerk, couldn't you have been a bit gentler? Now I'm really hurting."
"Well, I didn't know you'd react like this; my actions were a bit rough. But you weren't exactly gentle either, so it's not all my fault, right?"
"I didn't, it was all you taking the lead, I was just passive." Miao Qingqing's cheeks turned red, she spat at Song Xiaodong and then put on her underwear and pajamas, saying, "You should get up too, otherwise Xuanxuan and Yingying will make fun of us."
Song Xiaodong replied with a grin, "Let them tease, I've got thick skin."
"Still, get up quickly."
