He was starting to worry about Jing Qi now, afraid that under Qin Mei's influence, he might do something unacceptable.
"If she told you to go die, would you do it?" Shen Qing asked.
"Of course not." Jie Jinghun shook his head firmly, stepping forward to hug Shen Qing from behind. He rested his chin on her shoulder, his lips brushing suggestively against her neck as his voice dropped to a low, husky rasp. "Qing, let's..."
"I'm too worried right now. I'm not in the mood," Shen Qing said, turning and pushing him away.
Jie Jinghun was a little disappointed, but not heartbroken. They hadn't eaten dinner yet, and everyone else was home from work. Aunt Zhang could call them to eat at any moment. 'He'd just have to wait until after their evening baths if he wanted to get intimate with her,' he thought.
"Honey, it'll all work out. Don't worry so much. I'll go talk to Jing Si," Jie Jinghun said comfortingly.
