Wearing His Shirt

He was always overbearing.

He would always do whatever he wanted in her presence.

He would never ask for her opinion, he never cared whether she was happy or not.

She didn't want to kiss him now, she didn't want to have any form of physical contact, any form of intimacy.

Noticing her unwillingness, Lu Yeming furrowed his brows, forcing her hands above her head and he pressed her down. "Jun Xiqing, it's kind of cute when girls act like that occasionally and if I have the time, I can put up with it and coax you. But don't constantly do this, if not, you'll exhaust my patience."

Jun Xiqing's heart sank. "President Lu, what do you mean? You're saying that I should behave well and pleasure you at any time you please?"

Then she looked at him, uttering every word clearly, "I'm sorry to disappoint you, I can't do it."