"So, what happened outside was mind-blowing?" he asked with a smirk.

"Not for you, apparently," she mumbled.

"You're all bottled up and confrontational. You wanted to prove a point to me and you focused on that. That's why you didn't cum. It's okay." He caressed her face. "But you let yourself go. You weren't silent." He looked at her curiously.

She grumbled as she leaped off the bed and grabbed some clothes before turning and walking away towards the bathroom.

Gravity was taking effect once again and she wanted to get to the bathroom before more of his cum coated her thighs.

She closed the bathroom door behind her and dropped her clothes as she moved as quickly as she could to the toilet. She peed and then used her muscles to clench and unclench repeatedly, trying to get as much out as she could of what Mo Qingchen had left in her. She wasn't concerned or scared of getting pregnant because she took her pills religiously every day. It was just uncomfortable and awkward to feel his cum dripping out of her for the next few hours.

When she was done, she wiped herself thoroughly and then stood up and washed her hands. When she was finished, she brushed her hair and put on the rattiest and most comfortable clothes she had brought.

She jumped in surprise when she opened the bathroom door and Mo Qingchen was standing in front of her, bare ass naked and waiting with a clean pair of boxer briefs in his hand. She shuffled past him awkwardly and moved back into the bedroom as he entered the bathroom and softly closed the door behind him.

Qian Meng went back to the bed and plopped down on it. She had grabbed the empty champagne glass and poured a drink for herself before she did. She drained it right ahead and went ahead and filled it up a second time before putting the bottle back down.

She settled into the pillows, now content to just sip on her bubby treat. She switched on the television and began watching whatever was on.

Mo Qingchen appeared just as she was starting to get into the movie. Of course, he looked amazing in nothing but his tight black boxers, but she tried not to stare.

He came over to reclaim the side of the bed he'd been occupying earlier. Qian Meng could feel his eyes on her, but she didn't turn to look at him until he spoke.

"Do you see what I mean now?" he asked gruffly.

"What are you talking about?"

"The sex. What you just did to me in here," he said. "Where was that when we were outside? Why did you feel so offended?"

She turned back to the movie, biting at the inside of her cheek.

"I was bent over on an outside patio being fucked. I felt… uneasy. What did you expect?" she asked. "It was my first time. I didn't know if what I was doing was okay."

Mo Qingchen nodded. "I expected it to be that way when we started out," he said evenly. "Your personality is fiery. I don't know why it disappeared just as things were heating up. What is the real problem?"

Qian Meng sighed.

"Why do you care so much? It doesn't matter if I showed it or not. I…"

"It does matter," Mo Qingchen said softly. "It matters to me."

She turned back to him again. "Why?"

He sighed. "You seem to have this idea that I don't care about anything as long as you fulfill the contract. And that's simply just not how it is. I don't want to have sex with you while you stand indifferently. I guess some people get off on feeling like they are in absolute control that they don't care about their partner's feelings, but it's not my cup of tea. I like your vivacious personality and when you give me back what I give you."

"Why not?" she countered.

"I think you have a misconception of my intentions concerning our relationship."

"No, I don't. I understand it very well."

"I don't think you do. I thought you understood, but maybe I was wrong."

"Enlighten me then," she sighed, taking a gulp of champagne.

"The idea for the agreement was mutual benefit. I didn't expect anything less for the sexual aspect of that. I gather that you have the impression that the sex for my gain only. But I never saw it in that way!" he claimed.

"You didn't?"

"No. I hoped all along that we would genuinely enjoy being with one another. I thought you understood that. But I can see that you feel you owe me something and you feel conscious about it."

The more Mo Qingchen explained himself, the stupider she felt. He made everything he was saying sound so simple and logical. It made her feel a little dramatic and over-analyzing.

"No," Qian Meng said with a small smile. "I wanted good sex."

"I knew that you might," he said, smiling back.

She laughed as she turned to put her face into the pillow.

"What?" he asked, also laughing. It was a scene.

"I was so firm of what I thought and you just change my mind in five seconds. I am worried about someone with your mouth making me buy their nonsense."

Mo Qingchen's stare became intense. "What were you thinking about?"

"I just felt… vulnerable," she mumbled into the pillow.

"Vulnerable?" he repeated.

"Yeah. Like… I was really into it at first, but then I started to think about what it meant. I didn't know how I should act. What was appropriate for our situation? I didn't want to be that… naked in front of you." She married her enemy. He had power over her. That scared her. She wanted to be the best, but she didn't feel confident in herself.

Her dream about a disastrous marriage came back to her in those moments and she didn't know what to do.