"Which bathroom do you like, baby? The one outside or the inside one?" Jinghen asked sincerely.
"I don't like either!" Wen Qiao's legs, dangling beside Jinghen, kept swinging wildly, struggling to escape from Jinghen's clutches, "Put me down, I don't want this!"
"Then let's go with the outside one, it has a bit more space."
Jinghen played dumb to the end, remaining indifferent no matter how Wen Qiao struggled and objected.
The bathroom door slid open and then shut, completely isolating the woman's exclamations inside.
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For three days in a row, Jinghen had thoroughly made Wen Qiao feel his reluctance to part with her.
Had Wen Qiao not known that Jinghen had never dated or been with any other woman before, she would have surely thought he was a seasoned pro.
On the day of the trip to Hai City, Wen Qiao, while changing clothes, saw a sprinkling of kiss marks on her body in the mirror and immediately her face turned as black as the bottom of a pot.
