Chapter 17 Qin Miaomiao, Are You Trying to Seduce Me?

Chapter 17: Chapter 17 Qin Miaomiao, Are You Trying to Seduce Me?He extended his hand and directly dragged her over, deliberately placing her hand on his body, and naturally did not spare her thigh either.

However, this girl was anything but docile while sleeping. She felt restrained, so her body kept squirming.

Every time she moved, his body reacted. No other woman had ever been able to ignite his desires so easily, making him want to pin her down and deal with her immediately!

Lu Qing had never been one to deny himself. Since she wanted to tease him, he might as well fulfill her wishes.

Just as he was about to reach out, she tried turning over again!

Lu Qing immediately held onto her tightly, preventing her from moving. Perhaps he used too much force, because she suddenly opened her eyes!

Lu Qing reacted swiftly, releasing her hand at the exact moment she opened her eyes. His face remained cold as he spoke in an indifferent tone:

"Qin Miaomiao, are you trying to seduce me?"

What?

Qin Miaomiao was dumbstruck, but when she realized she was clinging to him like an octopus, she was so terrified her scalp went numb!

She forced an awkward laugh and hurriedly explained:

"It’s a misunderstanding, really! I... I just sleep poorly, no need to pay attention to it."

After speaking, she mustered her courage and carefully released her hands, slowly withdrawing her legs as well.

Just as she managed to catch her breath, Lu Qing’s leisurely voice rang out:

"You want to sleep with me?"

Qin Miaomiao’s scalp nearly exploded. On reflex, she retorted, "Who wants to sleep with you! I don’t want anything to do with you!"

He shot her a faint glance—just one—and she fell quiet immediately. Damn it, his aura was overwhelming; she genuinely worried if she might meet some untimely demise!

His lips curved slightly, softening his otherwise sharp features. Though his face remained impossibly handsome, her heart began to race as he said in a toneless voice:

"Then why were you clinging to me?"

Qin Miaomiao hastily explained:

"I... I just sleep poorly."

"Is that so?" He chuckled softly. Oh heavens, his laughter was stunning. Just as she was about to be drawn into his looks, his next words floated over nonchalantly:

"You touched me."

What the... Qin Miaomiao nearly bit off her own tongue in shock. How was she supposed to explain this? There was no explanation! She had been restless while sleeping, clinging to him with both arms and legs, and her hand had somehow ended up on his chest! A woman latched onto a man this tightly—what else could it be if not seduction?

He leaned in closer, so close she could see her reflection in his eyes. Her breath caught as she stared at him, her heart racing wildly. In a flurry of panic, she turned and jumped off the bed!

Barefoot, she fled into the bathroom, locked the door, and sat down slowly against it, panting heavily.

Her mind was an utter mess. Damn it! How did she end up clinging to him like that?

God only knew—if it weren’t for the fact that she needed to use Mrs. Lu’s status, she’d keep as far away from him as possible. This man was too dangerous; every second near him made her nerves fray.

She didn’t know how long had passed, but when she cracked the door open, she found Lu Qing already fully dressed. His perfectly tailored bespoke suit highlighted his flawless profile; from his side, not a single imperfection could be spotted. When he turned to look at her, her heart skipped a beat.

She remembered the moment she woke up—her face had been pressed to his chest, and when she looked up, her lips had nearly brushed against his face.

He looked at her, his gaze piercing as though it could see straight into her heart. His expression remained cold as he spoke in a detached tone:

"You have ten minutes. Get ready and come meet Grandpa."

Qin Miaomiao’s heart tightened, and she quickly responded in agreement. How laughable—why was she even letting her thoughts run wild? He was still the aloof Young Master of the Lu Family.

And she was just his wife in name—nothing had changed.

If he said ten minutes, then it would be exactly ten minutes. Not a second more.