Qin Mo struggled to no avail and could only glare at him, her eyes fixed on his.
Chu Yiqin's lips curled slightly, and he pulled back, no longer making things difficult for her. Qin Mo hurriedly got off his lap and wiped her lips. She never imagined Chu Yiqin would pull such a move—so sudden, it left her completely flustered.
Is this man uncomfortable unless he causes some drama?
"What you did is borderline harassment! Anyway, within this marriage, if I don't consent, you can't take advantage of me."
Who says marriage cancels legal protection?
She scrubbed her lips again, almost as if she intended to rub them raw—not because she felt disgusted, but because she felt embarrassed.
"Then when you took advantage of me, you didn't ask for my consent either, did you?"
Chu Yiqin smirked faintly, his finger tapping against his own lips.
Qin Mo's face instantly flushed red, and she turned to flee.
And just like that... she ran.