"This isn't your fault, Ah Wu."
Zhao Mingyan had been patting her back to comfort her, but it wasn't long before his hand slid under her tunic and started to roam.
Ji Qingwu grabbed his hand and tossed it away.
She said sternly, "I'm not done asking my questions. No groping."
Zhao Mingyan chuckled. "My hand has a mind of its own. It just slipped up there all by itself."
Ji Qingwu shot him a sideways glance. "If it disobeys again, I'll tie it up."
Zhao Mingyan pressed his hands together and held them out to her. "If Ah Wu wants to bind them, then bind them. Do as you please."
Ji Qingwu was no fool. Even if she tied him up, he could just use his Inner Strength to break free.
Her brow furrowed. Something felt a little off.
Zhao Mingyan shifted his hips, causing Ji Qingwu to bounce slightly. "Can't you ask me tomorrow?" he said gently. "I'm getting sleepy."
'The thing pressing into her was plenty awake. How could *he* be sleepy?'
