Ye Zi'an's face turned a bit red, and seeing her laugh so brilliantly, he couldn't hold back and pinned her down, humming, "If I can't eat the meat, I should be allowed to sip some soup."
"Xiao'an, that's not good. Drinking too much soup will bloat your stomach."
"I'd rather have a bloated stomach than no soup to drink."
With those words, he began to act inappropriately.
"My wife, give me a kiss!"
He murmured and reached for her red lips, tangled with her for a while until Ye Zi'an finally let her go, but his hands did not.
Seeing him sweating profusely on his forehead, Yang Chuxia laughed unscrupulously.
Ye Zi'an narrowed his eyes, sizing her up before fixing his gaze on her lips, uttering a few words with ill intent.
"Pah, you scoundrel Xiao'an, you're becoming quite the rogue."
