At this moment, Ling Feixue's emotions and body felt like they were on a rollercoaster—just when she was about to soar into the clouds, Qin Qi's words dragged her straight back down to the depths.
Her body was naturally sensitive.
Under Qin Qi's skillful methods, her yearning had already reached its peak.
She couldn't take it anymore.
Her mind no longer wanted to think about anything else. In a trembling voice, she pleaded, "Qin Qi, I'm begging you. Please give it to me, give it to me... let's not worry about anything else for now. Let's just start, okay?"
But Qin Qi smirked, "Aiya, Miss Ling, until we clarify the matter of this relationship, I really don't have the mood for it!"
"Honestly, Miss Ling, if you want it so badly, why are you holding yourself back?"
Ling Feixue's last shred of rationality still warned her.
He was somebody else's fiancé.
The family she was set to marry into was one of Shangjing's top five noble clans.
