He let out a soft grunt but didn't release her. Instead, his grip tightened, making her let out a muffled groan of pain.
Lu Qing lowered his head to look at her. Her delicate features, paired with her fair and tender face, were now tinged with a faint blush. There was a subtle shimmer in her eyes.
.....
Lu Qing, in high spirits, found Qin Miaomiao more and more pleasing to the eye. This little wife of his, not bad at all.
Lu Qing's gaze softened as he looked at her. His fingers gently ran through her hair, as though he were petting a beloved pet.
Qin Miaomiao, unable to hold back, yanked his hand away and glared at him:
"I'm not a dog! Stop petting me!"
"Be good. Go to sleep."
"....."
That tone—why did it still sound like he was talking to a dog?
Qin Miaomiao rubbed her slightly sore waist, filled with resentment, glaring at him as she said:
"Don't do that again in the future."
"Do what?"
