Moh Shiche looked down at her face, "Can I take that as you want a married life filled with love?"
"I do want that," Luo Qiangwei lifted her face with a radiant smile, "but definitely not with you. Set your mind at ease."
Moh Shiche's recently eased expression instantly turned cold again. As Luo Qiangwei turned to leave, he forcefully pulled her against the wall—
He propped one hand beside her head, trapping her between his chest and the wall, and looked down at her, each word bitten out through clenched teeth, "Luo Qiangwei, I used to think you were just clingy and shameless, but now I think you damn well need a lesson."
Luo Qiangwei looked up into his dangerous dark eyes, her smile seductively playful, "I thought Young Master Moh had taken the wrong medicine today, with all this buildup as if you just want to sleep with me. Too bad, I just don't want to sleep with you—even so, why don't you go sleep with Luo Hongying? I see she's quite smitten with you."
