She frowned in frustration. She forcefully bit his lip.
Ming Ansheng bore with the pain, not letting go of her until the taste of blood entered their mouths.
"Little lass, that was too harsh," Ming Ansheng scolded, wiping the blood off his lip. "Luckily you didn't bite my tongue. You would've surely bitten it off."
His heart ached when she lost a strand of hair. Can't she take more pity on him?
She had no qualms about biting him.
And she had made him hide in a cupboard, almost suffocating to death.
"I've said it before: we have to keep low. Why did you kiss me in front of so many people?" Su Yue glared at him. She chided, "What if my third brother and third sister-in-law saw us?"
She looked around guiltily, afraid that Xuxu would appear.
Su Yue was on tenterhooks.
Ming Ansheng lost it at the mention of Yan Rusheng and Wen Xuxu. "They're too busy for that."
