"It must be because Young Master Lu has trained you well, making his own wife deal with those women outside. How could I be so tactless?"
As she said this, she could feel the rough pad of his finger brushing against her delicate skin, even pressing down, gradually tightening.
There was a dangerous glint in Lu Qing's eyes as he leaned in a little closer. She could even see the amber-like hue of his pupils—cold and devoid of any emotion.
"I don't appreciate people being overly obedient and presumptuous."
Qin Miaomiao found it slightly difficult to breathe. Faced with this capricious tyrant, a surge of anger rose in her chest. For a moment, she was utterly incensed!
"So, being too obedient isn't okay either? Young Master Lu, your standards are truly high. If I'm not jealous and help you handle those little lovers of yours, do you still expect me to play along and put on an act of being deeply in love with you? Sorry, but that's a level of nuance I simply can't master."
