"Zhaozhao, I don't want to force you."
He tugged at the corner of his mouth, trying to make his expression seem decent enough.
But the bitterness in his eyes only made it more heartbreaking.
Lu Zhaozhao's eyes suddenly narrowed, "Was my touch too gentle just now, making you have some kind of misperception?"
Song Sinian was taken aback, and before he could react, in the next second, Lu Zhaozhao withdrew her hand and yanked open his shirt.
With too much force, a button popped right off.
"From now on, I don't plan to let you off," Lu Zhaozhao said as she, gripping the collar of Song Sinian's shirt, kissed him forcefully.
Her actions were direct and fervent, even though she was half guessing what to do, it was enough to ignite Song Sinian's ever-wandering heart.
Now that things had reached this point, Lu Zhaozhao had no room for shyness either.
She placed Song Sinian's hand against her cheek, "Husband, I don't know what to do next, teach me."