Ming Ansheng looked thoroughly amused. "You're still a child, you're not a woman yet."
Su Yue frowned and pouted. "Are you… rejecting me because my chest is flat?"
She blinked her eyes as though he humiliated her, but he never uttered a sound. She looked adorably pitiful.
She was the only woman who could ask such a question. Ming Ansheng was half-exasperated, half-amused by her response. He coaxed her and said, "It's big enough. You are a pretty little woman."
He flushed immediately.
His gorgeous face was crimson, and it was rare to see him being bashful. Su Yue watched Ming Ansheng intently and she swallowed her saliva.
She felt that her heart was ballooning rapidly. She seemed to… want him now.
She had no idea how. But she knew that Ming Ansheng would know how to.
Su Yue began to get impatient and she questioned him. "Uncle Ming, will you only sleep with me in the future?"
