She deliberately shifted outward slightly, but just as she moved, he pulled her directly into his arms. Qin Miaomiao couldn't explain why, but she felt incredibly awkward, and even a bit aggrieved.
Her sixth sense told her that the person who just called him might be a woman.
To say she didn't care would be a lie. They were already sleeping on the same bed, and she was his wife in name. Yet, she couldn't bring herself to occupy that position. Caring about someone was exhausting, and she didn't want to make herself feel small.
"Lu Qing, if you have a woman out there..."
Lu Qing's grip tightened, his expression somewhat cold, waiting for her next sentence.
"You'd better... not tell me."
His eyes froze for a moment before his emotions registered, a slight nervousness flickering across his face. "Why?"
Qin Miaomiao turned her head away, but soon turned back, locking her gaze on his eyes and said word by word:
"Because I'd get jealous. I'd feel envious."
