Under Chen Qianmo's advances, gradually, Yan Qingruo no longer had any thoughts to ponder this matter.
Chen Qianmo kissed her lips, treating her love as a treasured jewel; every move he made was filled with immense cherishment.
He tried hard to please her, to make her find joy in him.
Yan Qingruo struggled to pull herself out of this vortex, but her voice trembled and was incredibly hoarse, "But you... you didn't want to hold me before, nor did you... treat me like you are now..."
Yan Qingruo finally spoke her mind at this moment.
Chen Qianmo was taken aback. Didn't want to treat her like he was now?
Was she talking about the past few nights when she had bathed and smelled good, and he had pushed her away each time, telling her to rest early?
Chen Qianmo truly didn't expect that his actions had caused her so much overthinking.