Lu Qing pulled her into his arms, feeling the closeness of skin-to-skin contact, even tinged with a bit of possessiveness.
"With me, there's only one rule. I can spoil you, you can be as unruly as you want, throw any tantrum you wish, but there's one thing I won't accept—flirting with other men."
"Hubby, you really look like that stereotypical overbearing CEO now! So domineering. But what if I dare to flirt anyway?"
Lu Qing's eyes flickered, and he bit down on her shoulder, speaking deliberately:
"Then for the rest of your life, you won't even need to get out of bed."
"You're not a Teddy bear, going at it with the sky, the earth, and the air."
Lu Qing tightened his grip around her, inhaling the faint fragrance on her neck, with a hint of menace:
"With you, I am. And you probably can't imagine it either—your activity space will shrink to just a few square meters, right?"
