"Where to? France? No way! I've been there once, and I'm already sick of it."
Such a dangerous place—she wasn't going. If she went, she'd just be a burden to Lu Qing, better to stay put.
Lu Qing grew increasingly annoyed and cast her a sideways glance: "Aren't you worried I might find a French girl?"
Qin Miaomiao narrowed her eyes, stared at him for a moment, and then said:
"If you dare to look for little girls, I'll go find little brothers—and not just one! A few of the newly signed young artists at my company are ridiculously handsome, young, fit, and...."
Before she could finish, he bent down and directly bit her lips. With just a bit of force, Qin Miaomiao clung to him and dragged him into the bathtub.
Water spilled everywhere.
For once, Lu Qing truly experienced what it felt like to meet his match—it turned out, someone's passion was a whole new kind of fun.
Even though his wish for a full-body massage hadn't come true, well, it could wait until next time.
