Xu Qian observed her surroundings. She was lying on Song Xiaoping's lap, and they were on the bed.
The man was rapidly scanning a document, turning the page after a short while.
"Awake?"
Xu Qian didn't get up upon waking, merely hummed a low affirmation.
Song Xiaoping paid her no mind, letting her lie there.
In this life, he only loved this one woman, and he could only indulge her.
"Knock, knock, knock."
"Come in."
A man with blond hair, blue eyes, and wearing a black lace nightgown strode in.
Xu Qian glanced at him, then looked away.
Those pectoral muscles, those abdominal muscles, those thighs – perfectly proportioned. Wearing a lace nightgown was practically like wearing nothing, revealing everything.
She raised her eyes to steal a glance at Song Xiaoping, who sat calmly, unmoving.
Could it be...
He had some hidden preference?
"Stop thinking what's in your head."
Xu Qian suddenly snapped back to reality, and she raised an eyebrow to ask, "Then, are you going to..."
Song Xiaoping closed the document and pulled her to sit upright.
"For you."
Xu Qian: ...?
A man for her??
Was this some kind of international joke?
Song Xiaoping was notoriously jealous!
Perhaps seeing her excessive surprise, Song Xiaoping patiently explained, "I can give you anything you want."
Xu Qian became even more bewildered.
Suddenly, a lightbulb flashed in her mind. Could it be what she did at noon...
Xu Qian's gaze shifted to his lower half. She remembered quite well.
Was he just for show and not for practical use?
Song Xiaoping's brow furrowed, and he said faintly, "It's because of me."
"This man is very clean. You don't need to consider me, but... no kissing, no touching your skin, and you can't touch him either."
Xu Qian let out a startled laugh.
It was a laugh she couldn't suppress.
How could it be without touching...?
Song Xiaoping's expression shifted erratically. If he hadn't had psychological trauma, would there be anyone else?
"I'll wait for you outside."
Though his face was grim, he still threw back the covers and got out of bed.
Xu Qian was utterly speechless, not expecting him to be serious.
Would a man truly hand over his woman to someone else?
"Wait."
"Ask him to go out first."
The blond man's eyes quickly dimmed. He thought he had a chance...
Song Xiaoping waved him out. He frowned and asked, "Don't you like him?"
Xu Qian raised her eyebrows and smiled, "I like him very much."
Song Xiaoping's face instantly darkened, but he turned his head away and remained silent.
"Come here and sit down."
The man stood still, clearly a little angry.
The young woman in the bed hugged his waist and swayed, whispering, "Are you angry?"
"The man you found for me, how could I not like him?"
The man broke free of her grasp, sat back on the bed, and said coldly, "If you like him, why did you ask him to leave?"
Xu Qian pursed her lips into a smile and stepped forward, wrapping her arms around his waist.
Their eyes met, very close.
Song Xiaoping coldly averted his gaze, unmoved.
Xu Qian cupped his face and turned it back, then tilted her head and planted a fierce kiss on his lips.
"I like you, how could I like anyone else?"
[Ding, Xiao Ping's favorability +2, total favorability is 82 points.]
The man's purple eyes narrowed. He turned his head, intending to kiss her back.
The young woman again covered his mouth.
"You have to tell me why."
Song Xiaoping pulled her hand down, not answering her question.
Instead, he bit her lips, kissing her until she was breathless and her cheeks were flushed red.
"When I was little, my father was very busy and rarely came home. My mother liked to find all sorts of men from outside and bring them home.
She completely disregarded my brother and me. One time, we walked in on them...
I will never forget that disgusting scene. From then on, Xiao An started liking men, and I don't like men or women."