Lois didn't take the bait. She only turned her head slightly, letting the dusk hide the faint blush at her ears.
She stared at a patch of light on the carpet for a moment, then took a deep breath and swallowed the last of her awkwardness and embarrassment.
"I want us to keep doing what we just did... regularly. Is that okay?"
By the time she said it, her voice had regained a reporter's crisp efficiency, as though she were proposing a long-term arrangement they both approved of.
Yongye's smile faltered for a beat, then grew even brighter.
The Art of the Imperial Harem really is unbelievably powerful!
In that case, the tables have turned!
He sat up straight on the sofa and rested his hands on his knees. Some of the teasing left his eyes, replaced by an even more infuriating look of smug delight.
"Your father is very, very much against what we just did."
Lois pressed her lips together. A subtle emotion rippled through her light brown eyes like wind across a pond.
She looked away, her voice quieter than before. "I decide what I do."
"All right." Yongye rose from the sofa and crossed the carpet barefoot. He stopped in front of her and lifted her chin with his index finger, making her look at him again.
He was still smiling, but the refusal to negotiate was as plain in his voice as words written across a blackboard.
"But I have one condition. Whenever I want it, no matter when, where, or under what circumstances, you have to give it your all."
"A reporter should always welcome a submission!"
Lois's jaw tightened beneath his fingertip. Instinctive resistance surged in her eyes!
No way could she agree to a damn condition like that!
But the resistance lasted