"Bastard!" Lu Furong pouted and dodged Li Qing’s hand as it reached out to her again.

"So tell me, why are you mad at me again?" Li Qing stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Lu Furong’s voluptuous and enchanting body, prying her protective hands apart—one hand assaulting from above, the other from below, plunging straight for the Yellow Dragon.

Lu Furong pursed her lips and remained silent, her eyes brimming with tears.

She seemed to be angry, yet she also appeared to be moved.

"Still not talking?" Li Qing chuckled mischievously, his left hand massaging a plump and soft lump of dough, shaping it into various forms in his palm, while his other hand gently stroked the crisscrossed ravines.

"Even if you killed me right now, I wouldn’t give you the satisfaction!" Lu Furong said through gritted teeth.

She seemed to be genuinely upset today.

Li Qing was taken aback and, looking at her face—both aggrieved and dark—he slowly let go of her.

"If you really don’t want to, I won’t force you," Li Qing said softly.

"But if you don’t say anything, I don’t know where I went wrong."

Lu Furong paused, glared at Li Qing with deep resentment, and walked straight under the shower, starting to wash herself.

Without any shyness, she lathered up with shower gel right in front of Li Qing, kneading her pair of heavy "dough lumps."

Li Qing watched, at a loss for where to begin.

Trying to figure out why a woman is mad is as difficult as trying to wake up someone who’s pretending to be asleep.

Just as he was about to step out of the bathroom, Lu Furong suddenly yelled, "Stop!"

"What’s wrong?" Li Qing asked.

Lu Furong flung the showerhead away and said haughtily, "Scrub my back for me."

Li Qing was stunned for a moment, then laughed as he looked at the showerhead in his hand.

"You say you’re so mad at me, yet you ask me to scrub your back?"

He applied shower gel to the showerhead and pressed it against Lu Furong’s slippery back.

"I can’t reach, so what’s wrong with you doing a little scrubbing?" Lu Furong snorted.

Li Qing chuckled, "No problem at all, I’m more than happy to serve!" 𝓯𝙧𝙚𝒆𝙬𝙚𝒃𝙣𝙤𝒗𝓮𝓵.𝙘𝙤𝙢

"Do you want the front scrubbed too? I can use my mouth to help you!"

"Don’t be disgusting!" Lu Furong snorted coldly.

Li Qing snickered, "I wonder who was the one screaming so merrily when I was scrubbing with my mouth."

"Shut your mouth!" Lu Furong’s face turned slightly red as she shouted loudly.

As Li Qing scrubbed her back, he looked at her seductive silhouette and a wicked idea suddenly came to him.

With the water making things so wet, it should be easy to enter now, right?

"Tilt up a bit, I’ll scrub your waist!" Li Qing said.

Lu Furong hummed displeasure but bent her body honestly.

Li Qing quietly removed the last piece of clothing on him and eyed Lu Furong’s position before suddenly thrusting forward.

"Ah... oh!"

Lu Furong let out a scream, her face instantly flushing red.

"Son of a bitch, are you trying to kill me, ah..."

Li Qing tossed the showerhead away, grabbed Lu Furong’s arms behind her, and started thrusting violently against her firm buttocks.

The car had just started, and he was already going at highway speed.

The slapping sounds mingled with the rushing water in the bathroom, echoing loudly.

"Ah! Ah!... Ahhh..."

Lu Furong’s intermittent moans soon turned into intense screams.

"Son of a bitch, this is definitely the last time you’ll get to do this to me. From now on, you and your ugly thing will never get to burrow into my hole again!"

"I swear... ahhh..."

"If I’m not allowed to burrow, what will you do when you’re lonely?" Li Qing asked with a wicked grin.

"Ah... you bastard," Lu Furong screamed vehemently, "There are millions of men in the world, and plenty would be willing if I so desired."

"Without you, this shameless bastard, I could definitely find someone handsomer, bigger, with even better skills."

"Are you daring to say my skills aren’t good?" Li Qing smirked, then sped up the rhythm again.

Like intense rain, he moved deeply and softly, quickly becoming too much for Lu Furong to bear.

"Ah—"

She cried out unrestrainedly, breathing fast, her face flushed with color.

"Ah... go easy, a bit easier, I can’t handle it anymore."

Under Li Qing’s relentless conquest, her tone finally softened.

"Call me husband!" Li Qing said breathlessly.

He kept varying his deep and shallow movements, but the pace remained intense.

"You bastard... ah... ah ah ah, husband, I was wrong, lighter, lighter, I really can’t take it anymore."

Lu Furong’s voice seemed to carry a sob.

Her body shook violently, barely able to stand.

"Are my skills good or not?" Li Qing demanded.

"...Good, ah ah ah, your skills are too good, I’m almost done for by you, ah... I can’t anymore."

With a whimper, Lu Furong’s body suddenly trembled violently.

It was like an engine about to burst its cylinder, followed by a torrential flood.

To such an extent, Li Qing felt he was almost drowned by it.

After a brief pause, he then began to move slowly.

In the abundant flow of fluids, the squelching sounds between them were so clear that not even the shower could drown them out.

"So tell me, why did you suddenly get angry again?" Li Qing demanded.

"Ah... I just got angry, it’s none of your business," Lu Furong gasped dramatically, but her mouth was as defiant as ever.

"You better think about it, oh, be careful or you might spend your rare outing right here in bed," Li Qing said with a mischievous smile, picking up the pace again.

The smacking sounds became intense once more.

"Ah ah ah... husband, a little lighter, really lighter, can’t I just say so?"

"You let my cousin take me out, but you didn’t even say a word to me, don’t I have a right to be angry?"

Li Qing looked slightly stunned, never having imagined that the reason was this trivial.

"You should be, but I was worried you wouldn’t agree, you know, your cousin is more approachable."

"I’ve been humiliated enough to lie under a hospital bed, shamefully sticking out my rear for you, do you think I’d refuse an outing with you? I’m thrilled, for goodness’ sake! You bastard!" Lu Furong shouted, overcome with emotion.

"I’m sorry, I’m really sorry, I did do wrong in this matter," Li Qing said.

"Then what will it take for you not to be angry?"

In fact, what he did was indeed a bit mean.

"If you make me pass out, I won’t be angry anymore!" Lu Furong said sullenly, twisting her mouth.

"What?"

Li Qing thought he was hallucinating; what a bizarre condition.

"Hurry up, those last few moves felt so good!" Lu Furong shouted.

Li Qing: ...

He had threatened in vain.

Since Lu Furong made the request, he was certainly doomed to brave the storm with her today.

"Ah ah ah ah... husband, do it, do it for me now!"

"Give it to me, ah ah... give it all to me!"