As soon as these words were spoken, the woman looked at him in horror, as if she had misheard, "Watch what?"
"Seeing if your period is over?"
Song Tingfan looked at her, recalled something, and lifted his hand to grab her, flipping her over and pressing her beneath him, hoarsely saying, "Lying to me?"
Lin Qiao was cowering at this moment, sensing that he was serious this time. Her voice trembled slightly, "Ting...Fan, can we wait a little longer? I'm not ready yet."
It was the same old excuse, and Song Tingfan naturally wouldn't believe it anymore. He pressed his lips together and coaxed, "I'll be gentle." While speaking, his big hand tugged at her waistband.
"No, no, no, Tingfan, don't be impulsive. This kind of thing needs mutual consent, otherwise, there's no feeling," Lin Qiao tightly held onto his hand, her mind racing to think of how to dissuade him.
