An Ning said with particular confidence, "This problem won't stump me."
She lifted her head, her eyes meeting his, filled with the joy of victory.
"Damn it..." Yu Jingchen cursed.
He picked her up directly and pressed her forcefully onto the old desk.
This room was used to store old furniture, only cleaned periodically. While it wasn't exactly filthy, a layer of dust had settled on the surface.
An Ning felt very uncomfortable, pushing against his chest. "I want to go back to the room, can we go back to the room?"
She still wanted to be the lady of the house here.
Yu Jingchen pinched her jaw, speaking with a sardonic smile. "Don't you understand by now? My desire for you isn't out of marital concern; this is a transaction. A woman in a transaction doesn't have the right to choose the place. I want you here; you have to satisfy me, understand?"
An Ning's heart ached; she really didn't want to believe Yu Jingchen would treat her this way. "Do you really see me as a prostitute?"
