Lu Qing burst into laughter: "You, huh, what I mean is, I only want to sleep with you. As for other women, not a single one interests me. Besides, this doesn't count as holding back. Your technique is improving remarkably—it's commendable. In the past, you couldn't wrap things up under half an hour, but now, ten minutes and it's done. Good job."
Qin Miaomiao felt like she was being praised, but when she thought about it more closely, she had an inkling that something wasn't right. What wasn't right?
She gripped his arm playfully and teased:
"Are you sure it's me who's gotten better, and not you... not able to last?"
Lu Qing's eyes immediately darkened, and he said slowly:
"Sweetheart, are you questioning my prowess?"
"I wouldn't dare, I wouldn't dare."
"Want to test it again? I promise I'll last half an hour."
Qin Miaomiao realized she had set a trap for herself and nearly fell into it. She quickly waved her hands:
