After resting for a while, Brother Zhu pulled up his pants, looked at me with a sly grin, and said, "Qin Qin, how was it? It felt good, didn't it?"
At his words, I was taken aback for a moment, unsure how to respond. Why on earth was he asking me that?
As I was thinking, Brother Zhu added, "Qin Qin, you truly are a nice girl. Why don't you divorce your husband, and become my mistress after that?"
My eyes widened in shock; I never imagined he would be so blunt.
Without a second thought, I hurriedly waved my hands, "No, no, no, Brother Zhu, I appreciate the thought, but... I can't get a divorce."
However, the smile on Brother Zhu's face vanished instantly, and his gaze began to turn fierce.
I knew he must be angry, since probably no woman had ever rejected him before, or rather, countless women must be eager to be his mistress.
But I had outright refused him, which I presumed was a blow to his pride.