"I remember you hate it when others kiss you. Do I have that privilege now?"
I tried to find something to say to lighten the mood, so we wouldn't be too tense.
He did say that, but now he needs me to kiss him.
"I like smart women. If it's a question you shouldn't ask, never ask an extra word."
His gaze suddenly turned cold.
I suddenly thought, if one day this man goes bankrupt, and I become a wealthy lady again, no matter how much it costs, I would make him serve me.
Then punch him a few times and tell him I've tolerated him for a long time!
Just imagining this scene made me laugh out loud.
He noticed I was distracted and grabbed my leg tightly:
"Thinking about other things while I'm talking is not something a good girl would do."
It was both a tease and a threat.
I immediately
