92 Nonexistent Self-Control

Jiang Shaocheng wanted to pull his hand away and cover her with his coat, but Tang Qiu's soft and delicate voice almost made him collapse.

He turned around and roared, "Yin Shulai, turn off the movie!" No one responded. He clenched his fists. When he got out, he was going to pound Yin Shulai into the ground.

"Dear… I want a kiss…" Tang Qiu embraced him and tried to plant her lips on him.

"Get a hold on yourself, Qiu. Not here…" Jiang Shaocheng felt deeply uncomfortable himself.

"I see no reason why not." Tang Qiu smiled foolishly, her eyes glazed. She had obviously lost her mind. Her husband had said no, and she took it as an invitation.

Jiang Shaocheng took a deep breath, took off his jacket, and tied her hands together. He covered her eyes and rose from his wheelchair to find a way to open the door. The movie was still playing in the background, flushing him with heat. Tang Qiu squirmed, rolling off the sofa onto the ground.