Gu Shaocheng retorted, "Isn't it all because of you, riling me up right into a raging heat over and over again, and now you dare to talk about going on strike?"
"You beast (>_<) ..."
Gu Shaocheng couldn't help but laugh, flipping her onto the Simmons mattress, covering her with a blanket. To be a beast, well, which man, in front of the woman he loves, doesn't wish to be a beast for a lifetime?
From under the covers, a muffled voice of Chenxing echoed, "Whimper, why am I so pitiful..."
"You pitiful? I can't even live through these thin-broth-noodle times, and you still talk to me about pity?" Ever since he had accidentally hurt her last time, he hadn't even laid a finger on her, yet today, the nerve she had to argue with him! Argue once more, and he would teach her a lesson!
Hunger gnawing at him, the man chuckled softly, pulling her into his arms under the blanket, indulging in the charms of his woman in broad daylight.