Lu Qing cast her a sidelong glance and, without a word, yanked her straight into his arms, then…
Ahem, the process is indescribable.
The driver, Old Wang, kept his eyes forward, pretending not to notice, and quietly rolled up the rear window. Tsk tsk, Young Master Lu is as vigorous as ever—looks like he can report to the old master soon that the family's dream of a great-grandchild isn't far off.
In truth, Qin Miaomiao was only left with slightly reddened and swollen lips, but Lu Qing's waist was practically bruised purple from her pinching!
Qin Miaomiao wiped her mouth and said bitterly:
"Don't ever do that again! Driver Old Wang was right there! Where am I supposed to put my face?"
"Do you believe me now?"
Lu Qing asked again. Qin Miaomiao thought for a minute, shook her head, and seeing him lean in again, hurriedly nodded: "I believe you, I believe you, okay?!"
