Song Qiao, hearing his words, laughed out of sheer anger, and directly brushed aside her hair that had fallen forward, saying, "Your solution is to force a kiss on me? Lu Jingchen, can't you think of anything new?"
"Of course, I can. I have plenty of methods. If you're willing to try them, I wouldn't mind letting you." The man raised his eyebrows slightly, his voice deep as before, with a faint trace of a smile as he leaned in and whispered, "There's an even simpler and cruder way. Want to try it?"
"What??" Song Qiao didn't catch on immediately. Seeing the man closing in, she couldn't help but step back as a warning, "Lu Jingchen, just talk, don't get so close to me."
Damn it, after being forcefully kissed by this man too many times, she had developed quite a psychological shadow. Whenever he came close, she couldn't help but reflexively back away, with a knee-jerk reaction that required no thought or hesitation.
"Sleep with you."
