Ji Ziming paused for a moment as he narrowed his eyes at Pei Ge. The way he looked at her seemed to make it harder for him to accept such a charming and affectionate look.
"You're my woman, but you've been worrying about your mother's wedding. What do you want me to do?"
His voice was slightly hoarse and sounded aggrieved.
"Ji Ziming, I'm telling you, don't mess around. If you… mmm…"
Pei Ge's lips were tightly pressed against Ji Ziming's. No matter how much strength she exerted, she did not manage to pull her lips apart. This man seemed to have become more aware of where her strength was and where her weakness was.
"What do you think will happen if you behave? If you behave, I will dote on you. If you behave, I might consider…"
