"So what if I am?"
Lu Qing inhaled the delicate fragrance emanating from her body, his hand wandering across her form, unable to resist the urge to simply take her then and there. The car's interior was well-sealed; even Old Wang, the driver, wouldn't be able to see anything. If he wanted to do something, he could.
"You beast!"
"If I don't make a move on you now, you'll think I'm worse than a beast."
"....."
Qin Miaomiao was on the verge of breaking down. Reasoning with this bastard was absolutely futile!
"Fine, do as you wish! If you're capable of making a move on a sick person."
She adopted a posture akin to a dead pig unafraid of boiling water, completely unresisting. Her pale face, obviously not feigned, combined with her demeanor—if he still had the audacity to take action, then he truly would be worse than a beast.
He didn't press any further, instead stroking her hair gently, his voice softening:
"Rest. Let's head back to the hospital."
