No, it should be said that he didn't know how to do such things at all.
Even less would he force himself on her without her permission.
In Xiao Moli's eyes at the moment, An Ziqi's large eyes, misty with steam in the bathroom, were damp and her luscious red lips shone with a moist sheen, like a tempting cherry.
Xiao Moli's gaze darkened as An Ziqi, with a flush on her face, pushed him away only to have her hand caught by him, and he lowered his head to kiss her red lips once more.
Not until An Ziqi was gasping for breath did he let go and said in a hoarse voice.
"If I were any worse, you'd probably become someone else's wife."
"I wouldn't." An Ziqi said with a sense of grievance.
"Clearly it is you who's about to become someone else's husband."
She had yet to confront him about Mu Qing's matter. It was she who was truly aggrieved, yet he had the audacity to play the victim first, even coming to her to settle the score!
