It felt like a jolt of electricity, making her entire body freeze. Embarrassed, she hurriedly shouted:
"Lu Qing, let go of me!"
His other hand covered her mouth, leaning close to her ear. His scorching breath sprayed against her ear, and her exquisitely jade-like earlobe flushed a faint crimson.
"Let go of your hand or let go of your mouth?"
How could he utter such shameless words?
"Let... let... mmm..."
She let out a muffled moan. He had endured long enough. This woman was entirely his type — not taking her right then and there would be an affront to himself!
"Qin Miaomiao."
He called her name once. Qin Miaomiao, captivated and disoriented, responded in a haze. Was it just her illusion, or did her name, coming from his lips, carry a certain lingering tenderness?
A hint of impatience flickered in Lu Qing's eyes. In the future, he'd have to figure out a way to let her wear skirts.
