Lu Qing continued to gently ruffle Qin Miaomiao's soft strands of hair with one hand, his cold and sharp gaze slipping toward him as he spoke indifferently:
"Excessive? It seems you don't know the meaning of excessive yet. Han Shu, go and bring some sea snakes."
Sea snakes? Chu Yunhao was startled. In the vastness of the ocean, how was anyone supposed to find sea snakes?
Even Qin Miaomiao thought he must be joking. Leaning toward his ear, she asked, "Are you trying to scare them?"
Her warm breath lingered near his nose, her soft body tempting him with the urge to absorb her into himself entirely. When she leaned close to his ear, her breath fragrant and heated, it stirred his heart with a fierce tremor.
His gaze darkened slightly. His hand slid downward, wrapping firmly around her soft, delicate waist.
"Do you think I'm joking?"
