Lu Qing looked at her expression and immediately knew she was holding back quite a bit of anger. He bent down slightly and said calmly:
"I don’t like people with faces similar to Su Jin’s."
Lu Qing sat down beside her, speaking gently: "Although I don’t know what happened between you and Su Jin, since you care so much, why don’t I help you?" ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ 𝘯𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭⚑𝓯𝓲𝓻𝓮⚑𝕟𝕖𝕥
"It’s too easy to destroy someone, especially a newcomer like her. If you don’t like her, then let’s just ruin her."
Qin Miaomiao grabbed his hand tightly and said repeatedly: "No, no, no, I wouldn’t do such a thing. If people don’t offend me, I won’t offend them. Right now, there’s no conflict of interest, so there’s no need to target a fresh-faced little girl."
Lu Qing’s lips curled slightly. He hooked her chin with one hand and said softly: "You, you always have such a soft heart. What about Li Li?"
Qin Miaomiao’s eyes turned cold: "I avoid contact with him as much as possible. I really don’t like the way he handles things."
Hearing this, Lu Qing suddenly seemed much more cheerful. Li Li really played this chess move beautifully; it looked like his darling wife had already blacklisted him.
"Wife, have you ever heard of a saying?"
"Anger needs to be let out."
"I’m your best outlet for venting. Wanna give it a try?"
Qin Miaomiao rejected him outright: "No way!"
This time, she hesitated a bit. She felt so irritated! Damn Li Li, he was deliberately disgusting her. Her chest was filled with a murky frustration!
This frustration was stuck in her throat and wouldn’t come out. Looking at his face, she made up her mind. She grabbed his neck, pulled him down onto the bed!
She was going to counterattack!
"You said, didn’t you, that there’s nothing that can’t be solved, right?"
Lu Qing’s face showed a bewitching smile. "Right."
"I think I need it. What do you think?"
"When we’re done, I also want to soak in a bath, drink some wine, and preferably start with an essential oil back massage."
Lu Qing chuckled lightly: "Your demands are quite high."
Qin Miaomiao snorted softly: "What, not doable?"
"Would I dare not fulfill the requests of my dear wife? Come on, let me give you that essential oil back massage. How does that sound?"
This time, she didn’t hold back at all. She lay down on the specialized folding massage bed, comfortably sprawled out.
She shot Lu Qing a playful look: "Baby, you’re up. Pull out all the stops and don’t hold back while ravaging me!"
Lu Qing’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he stared at her body. He just loved his darling wife, so pure and unpretentious — completely different from those flashy, cheap women outside.
He rubbed some essential oil between his hands, warming them up with a few quick motions. Then, he pressed his palms against her body.
The sensation made her tingle and relax; it was so blissful that she wanted to hum with pleasure.
His strength was perfectly balanced, and he hit all the crucial pressure points accurately. Even when his hands occasionally wandered to places they shouldn’t, it was still within her tolerable limits.
After half an hour, she was almost ready to drift off to sleep from the comfort.