Lu Qing stood up and walked to her. His tall figure blocked the sunlight in front of her, casting a shadow. With the light behind him, it was impossible to see the expression on his face.
He suddenly leaned down, and the unexpected closeness made her jump. Her body instinctively leaned back.
His hand rested on the armrest of the chair, effectively trapping her within his reach, leaving her almost no room to evade.
She could only look at him cautiously and defensively.
"Say it again."
"Lu Qing."
"Very good."
He narrowed his eyes at her, and there seed to be a flicker of light in them. Her jade-like face, flawless skin, and soft, pink lips slightly curved upward carried a mix of playfulness and sensuality.
He raised a hand, letting the pad of his finger lightly brush against her lips.
"Rember, don’t call the wrong na again in the future."
This was a threat!
Qin Miaomiao felt a chill down her spine, yet her face flushed red. Lu Qing watched as her complexion gradually turned a shade of pink, even her pale earlobes tinted with a delicate blush.
He seed to savor it, the cool texture of her skin, and traced his finger from her petal-like lips down to her porcelain-like slender neck.
Qin Miaomiao was incredibly tense. Even if she were foolish, she could plainly see a glint of sothing unmistakable in his eyes—pure desire!
After all, they were only married in na, yet if he wanted her, she likely wouldn’t even have the right to refuse.
However, just as Lu Qing leaned in, trying to press his lips against hers, Qin Miaomiao sneered coldly:
"Young Master Lu, are you testing my patience again?"
She was talking about how he mocked her last ti. This ti, she seized the mont and didn’t give him the chance to insult her again.
Lu Qing, naturally, didn’t follow through with the kiss, though his fingers still lingered at her neck.
Her skin was too smooth, too tender. At such close proximity, the faint fragrance from her body swirled around his senses, enticing him to the point of losing control.
But the trace of disdain in her eyes was irritating, and Lu Qing felt an urge to pin her beneath him imdiately...
"Mrs. Lu, you’ve misspoken again. You should be calling ... Lu Qing, or husband."
As soon as he finished speaking, he bent down and bit her collarbone, causing her to wince in pain. This man—was he a dog?
He actually bit her!
If biting weren’t enough, amid the pain, there was also a tingling itch. Waves of numbing sensations spread through her. When she looked down, she realized this man had shifted to licking!
Her face instantly flushed red. At such a close distance, she could see his sharply defined side profile and contours.
Especially those thin lips, slightly warm, as his tongue brushed across her skin. The hairs on the back of her neck stood on end.
Qin Miaomiao almost couldn’t control herself and nearly let out a muffled moan. She clenched her teeth tightly, refusing to make a sound.
It seed as though Lu Qing enjoyed teasing her, her icy, flawless skin making him want to lt her entirely beneath his touch.
Finally unable to hold back, Qin Miaomiao pushed him away forcefully, clutching her collarbone, now marked with a red spot.
She panted heavily, glaring at him in alarm as she said:
"Lu Qing, you told you’d give ti."
Lu Qing’s eyes grew darker, deep like a well. His patience was entirely gone. He tugged at the collar of his tie, a cold smile playing at the corner of his lips:
"I did."
"Just one day?"
"Qin Miaomiao, everything cos with a price. You don’t want a divorce simply because you can’t bear to give up the title of Mrs. Lu, can you?"
Qin Miaomiao’s face turned ashen when her true thoughts were exposed—he had seen right through her!
Of course, even from a logical perspective, it made sense that she couldn’t bear to part with the title of Mrs. Lu. During these three months, she needed to take care of what had to be done.
Before she had ti to sort her thoughts, she heard him add:
"Since you’ve gotten what you wanted, shouldn’t you pay so interest in return?"
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