Emerging from the bathroom, Lu Jinyang saw Zhuang Shuqing getting dressed and his face turned sour. He strode over, snatched the clothes from her hands, and with a cold snort at her lingerie-clad figure, he asked, "Didn't I tell you to wash up quickly? What's this about getting dressed now?"
Zhuang Shuqing forced a smile, "It's a bit chilly, I thought you wouldn't come out so soon, so... Ah~ what are you doing?"
"Doing what you want me to do." He said, carrying her towards the big bed.
"No... mmmmmm..."
Lu Jinyang wasn't giving her the chance to speak further, as he sealed her mouth with his and placed her onto the bed, immediately covering her with his body.
He realized that Zhuang Shuqing was like his opium poppy; from the first time he touched her, an indelible feeling towards her was ignited in him. This feeling became increasingly evident after he completely possessed her, to the extent that every day, every time he saw her, he wanted to make her entirely his own.
