This time, she put in quite a lot of strength. The row of teeth marks looked shocking, yet during the whole process, he didn't even make a sound!
"Feeling better now?"
He asked, his expression indifferent, but the way he was looking at her—was there a hint of... affection?
Qin Miaomiao glared at him. "Lu Qing, what's wrong with you today? Aren't you supposed to be flying abroad?"
"Yeah."
"You didn't leave?"
"My wife went missing, so as her husband, I should find out where she went."
A warmth suddenly welled up in Qin Miaomiao's heart, but then she recalled that scene she had seen on television, and let out a cold "hmph."
"Meeting a lover, so what? Someone was at the airport hugging one beauty on the left and another on the right—living the dream, weren't you?"
She didn't even notice how her tone resembled that of a jealous little wife. Lu Qing looked at her, seemingly amused, even his expression softened slightly.
"You're jealous?"
