"The force of action is mutual."
"How about you go on top?"
Qin Miaomiao swallowed hard, her expression full of righteous determination:
"If that's what's needed."
Lu Qing chuckled, amused: "Oh? So you're not resisting anymore?"
"Sigh, there's a saying, when facing oppression..."
Ah, it seemed his wife was getting quite adept at this—ever since she'd been properly trained, she'd grown so tender and considerate.
"Fine."
Qin Miaomiao looked at him with a blank expression: "Fine. But, can you transfer me a million first?"
Lu Qing squinted slightly at her: "A million per session? Wife, you're running quite the profitable business."
Qin Miaomiao said wistfully: "I think staring at the money would make me a bit more excited—it might heighten my enthusiasm. But there's another option: take a look at my shopping cart. Can you pay for everything in it upfront?"
Talking about this right before sleep—his wife's perspective was certainly... unconventional!
