Chapter 41: Number 41 turned red

Chapter 41: Number 41 turned redQin Miaomiao’s heart tightened. What did he mean?

His gaze swept over her, circling her body. That kind of scrutiny made her feel slightly uncomfortable. She feigned calmness and said:

"Lu Qing, just state your terms directly. At most, we’ll only remain husband and wife for the next three months. You’ve never touched me before. Could it be that now, you’ve suddenly developed an interest?"

Lu Qing looked at the woman before him. Even if she was afraid, her eyes still held a sharpness, like a hedgehog bristling with thorns.

His expression remained tranquil and unmoved, as though he were an emperor. Sitting in the chair opposite her, his aura of supreme dominance made it hard for anyone to breathe.

"I told you, show some sincerity."

He said, his fingers interlocked across his chest, a hint of amusement flickering in his eyes as he looked at her.

Qin Miaomiao’s face turned pale. She seemed to have grasped his meaning. These three months weren’t simply about maintaining appearances and fulfilling her duties as a wife.

If she wanted to use the title of Mrs. Lu for some advantages outside, Lu Qing might turn a blind eye.

But beyond that, Lu Qing wanted her to show some sincerity!

This was the battle between man and woman!

It all depended on who could endure longer!

Qin Miaomiao stood up from the chair, her gaze steadfast as she looked at him. A faint smirk tugged at her lips, and her tone was indifferent:

"You want sincerity? Fine, I’ll give you my sincerity."

She locked her eyes on him, her voice carrying a near-challenging tone as she asked:

"Are you prepared to continue?"

Lu Qing noticed that his little wife was deliberately provoking him, and he found it intriguing. His brows lifted slightly, and his gaze swept over her, inch by inch.

She started to feel nervous. Her toes curled tightly. She was wearing cotton slippers, and Lu Qing’s gaze trailed down her smooth legs.

His eyes landed on the golden anklet adorning her ankle. Lu Qing’s body tightened, and his previously composed expression started to stiffen slightly.

Qin Miaomiao noticed his gaze. This man’s eyes had been glued to her feet the whole time. Hey, why are you staring at someone’s feet like that? What does it mean?

"Take off your shoes."

"What?"

"Take off your shoes."

He repeated, his breathing growing shallower. Qin Miaomiao found it a little strange. This man... seemed unusually interested in her feet?

Following his words, she removed her shoes and stood barefoot on the ground, her pink toes twitching slightly.

"Come here."

He said, his voice low, even husky, with a depth that made her feel terrified.

Qin Miaomiao felt the urge to turn and flee out of nervousness. Honestly, that kind of thing was just that—it happened on a bed, eyes closed, then open again, and you endured it and it was over.

But for some reason, in front of this man, simply being looked at by him made her whole body flush with heat, desperate to run away as quickly as possible.

Her body stiffened as she walked toward him. He grabbed her hand, pulled her waist close, and made her sit on his lap. Qin Miaomiao’s scalp nearly exploded!

She bit down on her lower lip, her eyes misting over. Lu Qing glanced at her, his heart stirred, and he couldn’t help but praise her:

"This sincerity of yours—I like it very much."