"Who do you think you are, deciding when we do it and when we don't?!" she fumed, grabbing his neck and glaring fiercely. "I'm *not* doing it. You can just hold it in 'til you burst!"
Hearing Xu Su's words, Zhou Mochen's lust-filled eyes betrayed a hint of impatience. He pressed his body down hard against hers, clinging to her and pleading in a hoarse voice, "Susu, just take pity on me, please."
"..." It was only then that Xu Su realized the man was actually naked. 'Was he really that determined to do it tonight?'
'Nope!'
Xu Su was still holding a grudge. She firmly pushed him away, refusing him with righteous conviction. "Aren't you good at holding back? Then just keep holding back."
Her imperviousness made Zhou Mochen grit his teeth. "Are you deliberately trying to torture me?"
