She swore that during the honeymoon vacation, she would make Shiche loathe Luo Qiangwei even more, to the point of not wanting to lay eyes on her again!
...
Luo Qiangwei was carried back to the room by Moh Shiche, the man used one hand to swipe the keycard and open the door, then threw her heavily onto the large bed.
Although it wasn't painful, Luo Qiangwei was still dizzied by the fall and couldn't prop herself up for a while.
The next second, the man's robust body pressed down——
Moh Shiche's long leg rested against the edge of the bed, his hands supported at her sides, the thick scent of male pheromones instantly enveloped her as he chuckled in a low, husky voice, "Luo Qiangwei, is this the thank-you gift you wanted?"
Only then did Luo Qiangwei slightly open her eyes, looking at the handsome face so close above her, her breath filled with his scent, and then she smiled provocatively, "I just helped you with your cousin, and President Moh turns around to give me such a big gift, truly heartless and cold-blooded... Are all men like this, enjoying what's in the bowl while eyeing what's in the pot?"
Moh Shiche's eyes slightly narrowed, mixed with an indiscernible amusement, "I'm not clear about what others are like, but I know your true colors all too well. So, by deliberately provoking me without any scruple, you want me to desire you, hmm?"
Luo Qiangwei suspected that in her previous life, when she chased him without shame or modesty, no matter what she did or said, he thought she wanted to sleep with him.
But upon reflection... it seemed indeed to be the case.
Thinking about it, she felt that she must have been spellbound in her past life, even doing things like hiding in Moh Shiche's car and stripping to embrace and forcefully kiss him as soon as he finished work... only to be coldly kicked out of the car.
Truly frustrating.
Thinking of these embarrassments that could be thrown to the far reaches of the universe, Luo Qiangwei hated the man on top of her even more, yet she was even more certain that Moh Shiche had no interest in her body, even found it repulsive; otherwise, he would have succumbed in her previous life.
With this thought, her laughter grew even more unrestrained, her slender arms looping around the man's neck, a light fragrance wafting from her lips as she spoke, "To think that President Moh understands my character so well, that's right, I am that shameless, if you're not happy, you can choose to divorce."
Moh Shiche lowered his head, looking at her seductive, silken-eyed expression, his body unwittingly tensing, he scoffed coldly, "You must be confident that I won't divorce you, hence you keep dangling that word in front of me, aren't you afraid that I'll actually agree?"
"If you agree, so be it. I can just remarry. After all, with my beauty, there are plenty of men who want to marry me... Mmm."
Before she could finish her sentence, the man's face swiftly closed in. Simultaneously, Luo Qiangwei raised her hand, placing a finger on his lips that were about to seal hers.
"Get rid of your impractical and foolish ideas," Moh Shiche spoke as if kissing her finger, "Ask around in Jiangcheng who would dare marry a woman I, Moh Shiche, have been with."
"Then I won't marry; I'll be self-reliant. Who says I must rely on a man? I can depend on my face, my figure, my talents," Luo Qiangwei said with a smile as she looked at him, "What's wrong, President Moh, are you angry?"
She didn't realize he was so easily provoked, getting ruffled in an instant.
The two were extremely close, their breaths intermingling. Moh Shiche watched her bright, curved eyes and smile, yet despite her laughter, her eyes held no mirth, nor were they truly focused on him, devoid of the past obsession and attentiveness she had for him.
This realization made him feel peculiarly uncomfortable, even a touch annoyed. Moh Shiche pushed her finger away, his handsome face dangerously close to hers, "It seems that in order to spare you the trouble of being self-reliant, I absolutely must have you today."