At this moment, Bi Xia was unaware that she had already been completely seen by Qin Zhan. She let Qin Zhan arrange her bathrobe properly and hold her, her eyebrows slightly raised, her voice carrying a lazy, soft tone, "What's wrong?"
Qin Zhan flicked Bi Xia's forehead, his gaze falling on her somewhat swollen lips, which still showed faint teeth marks, and the redness on her collarbone, which he gently caressed, "Since you're not ready, don't stir me up, got it?"
"Who said I'm not ready!" Bi Xia's eyes widened, defiantly raising her chin.
Retracting her foot, Bi Xia glanced sideways, "I'm just afraid you can't handle it, so I'm letting you off the hook today. Once you're ready, I'll deal with you properly."
Listening to Bi Xia's words, Qin Zhan nodded indulgently and smiled, "Alright, whatever the lady says goes."
Slightly sitting up, his thin lips fell on her smooth, full forehead, "You're not ready, no matter how much you rile me up, I won't touch you..."
