Song Qiao's hand grabbed the man's shirt. His straightforward and blunt words made her face flush a little. She subconsciously glared at him and said in a somewhat annoyed tone, "Lu Jingchen, it's almost time for dinner, don't mess around..."
"Mm, I'll get this sorted before dinner, and make sure you're satisfied." The man remained unfazed, even leaning down to kiss her cheek, as he continued to walk steadily upstairs.
This time Song Qiao was truly startled by his sudden burst of passion, her face almost tearful with no tears to shed, "I don't want anything right now. You can't force me, and you've been exhausting me for days. You should moderate yourself, or you'll end up spent."
