And yet, this man was only teasing her, completely refusing to give her a straightforward satisfaction.
Song Qiao's hand gripped the man's shoulder, slightly exerting force immediately marking a red trace on his skin, catching her breath with a hint of provocation, she said, "Lu Jingchen, are you not capable?"
The last thing a man wants to hear is his woman questioning his capability, it was like pulling the whiskers off a tiger.
As expected, Lu Jingchen's expression darkened in the next second, looking at the face beneath him, already blushed, he sneered softly, leaning close to her ear, ambiguously biting her earlobe, his husky voice vibrated softly, "Whether I am capable or not, shall we test it out?"
Having said that, his body thrust down quickly, adopting the most primal position, no longer teasing her.
