My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious-Chapter 670 - 589: Using the Mouth or the Oral?
"Well then, why don’t you take care of it yourself? I’ll set up a video for you. Tell me, do you want Takazawa Lola or Mary, Xiaoze? Do you prefer Western or Japanese styles?"
Lu Qing: ....
He curled his lips into a smirk: "None of them compare to you. Watching you do it would be enough."
What the hell! She genuinely had no idea how to respond to that!
Outrageous!
Before she could react, he grasped her hand...
"Help me."
"Hey hey hey, isn’t this forcing me?"
"Mouth or hands? Pick one."
"Can I choose neither?"
"Sure."
Qin Miaomiao was a bit stunned. Really?
Could it be that he’d finally grown a conscience and wasn’t going to trouble a pregnant woman?
"Come on, baby, just touch it a little. A few touches and it’ll be fine."
Alright then, this guy’s shameless nature has never changed.
A man in his prime pressed so closely against her, his hormones surging. Even his breathing carried a hint of desire.
How was she supposed to sleep?
She opted to use her hand to help him out. Fine, it was just manual labor anyway, right? But ultimately, it was all for nothing.
This man was such a tease, his hands never stopped moving, subtly provoking her...
Instead, she ended up feeling unbearably flustered, having to cautiously mind her own reactions.
And damn, he was ridiculously persistent. Her hand was unbearably sore.
In the end, she had to beg for mercy:
"Sir, my hand is so sore, please let me off the hook."
"Baby, there’s a method to get me to finish quickly. Do you want to try it?"
"What is it?"
His gaze landed on her lips. Mmm... soft pink lips, with a tantalizing texture.
Even without him saying anything, Qin Miaomiao immediately understood what he meant.
She gritted her teeth and lowered her head.
Ten minutes later...
She went to the bathroom.
It seemed she was no longer an innocent maiden; she had officially entered the ranks of married women.
What a tragic story.
She pinched him on the arm and let out a cold snort:
"Husband, tell me, now that I can’t always tend to you, won’t you feel frustrated?"
Lu Qing half-lay there, seemingly still savoring the experience, as he chuckled:
"I just finished earlier. Why would I feel frustrated?"
"But compared to a proper round... it’s still a bit lacking."
Lu Qing hooked his finger under her chin, his expression shamelessly mischievous:
"Miao Miao, your husband only gets hard for you now. What do you think?"
"Screw that. Did you try with other girls then? How else would you know?"
Alright, women often miss the point entirely. These words, akin to romantic confessions, were evidently wasted.
"Baby, would I need to try? How about you help me find two girls to prove it?"
Qin Miaomiao gave him a sideways glance: "If I do look, I’ll probably test them myself first. Would you be okay with that?"
Well, this conversation was definitely straying further and further off track.
