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Ji Wei bit her lower lip lightly, her luscious lips showing faint teeth marks.
It was just a simple gesture, yet Mo Qian found it irresistibly seductive, his Adam’s apple moving almost imperceptibly.
Ji Wei carefully picked her words and spoke, "I know you’re angry. Even if you want to push me away, I’ll still find a way to come back. No matter what, I won’t stand by and watch you face danger alone."
Mo Qian listened but remained silent.
Ji Wei’s bright eyes quickly darted to him, then, gathering her courage, she walked over and sat beside him. Her soft little hand reached over and rested on his thigh.
Mo Qian’s thin lips squeezed out two words.
"No way!" Ji Wei’s stubborn streak kicked in as she retorted, "Even a tiger’s backside can be touched! You’re my husband, where can’t I touch you?"
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Mo Qian was momentarily stunned by the woman’s righteous defiance.
In the past, if Ji Wei had been this forward, he would have already lost control and pulled her into his arms. But now he was trying to teach her a lesson, so he restrained himself and lifted her hand away. With a look of disdain, he asked, "Did you wash your hands?"
She was fuming but tried to keep her composure.
This man—she refused to believe Mo Qian could resist her unrelenting charm offensive! With that thought, Ji Wei boldly launched herself at him like an octopus, clinging tightly to his body.
She felt the man struggle, but she held on tight, her cheek pressed against the familiar scent of his clothes. She continued, "I haven’t even been angry yet, so what are you upset about? You swapped out my passport, had Chen Ke and the others intercept me halfway, and worst of all, left me stranded in Kanagawa! You treated me —I’m the one who has the right to be angry!"
As she spoke, Ji Wei tilted her face upward to look at him, her accusations continuing, "Since we’re husband and wife, shouldn’t we go through thick and thin together?"
Mo Qian lowered his gaze to her, his brows sharp and calm, though they carried a slight furrow of seriousness.
His hand nearly lost control, about to reflexively pull her into an embrace.
"If you’re going to make me stay quietly in Rongcheng without doing anything, I’d rather follow you here. You can shout at me or curse me all you want, but I absolutely won’t leave!" Ji Wei said, clearly frustrated as she watched the man remain unmoved.
Mo Qian’s expression flickered, but he forcibly pulled her arms off of him.
This man, impervious to both softness and toughness—how on earth was she supposed to win him over?
Ji Wei was on the verge of going mad!
She furrowed her brows, paused to think for a moment, then suddenly seemed to have an idea. She snatched up Mo Qian’s phone from the coffee table, opened the browser, typed a few words, and brought up a list of search results:
How to make a man feel good, secrets revealed!
The best positions to make a man ecstatic!
A collection of positions...
Ji Wei, without blushing or skipping a beat, held the phone up to Mo Qian’s face and defiantly said, "Pick whatever you want—I’m all in!"
Mo Qian glanced at the phone with an inexplicable expression, then suddenly broke out of his stern demeanor. Before Ji Wei could react, the man pulled her completely into his arms.
She stared at him, utterly bewildered.
So all it took was a quick search on Baidu?
The man’s fine, long eyelashes were clearly visible just above his eyes. He extended his slender fingers to lift her chin, his voice carrying a husky, teasing tone, "Pick anything? How many positions do you think you can handle?"
Mo Qian’s voice was low and imbued with a hint of playful seduction, making Ji Wei reflexively swallow. Her legs suddenly felt a bit weak.