Ye Yanfeng thought of the test sheet Jing Ting had given him and still felt that it was unreal.
It was like a dream.
His slender and long fingers pinched Shangguan Wan's chin and lifted her face up again.
Their gazes were intertwined and Shangguan Wan saw the emotions rumbling in his eyes and she frowned. "Ye Yanfeng, what's the matter with you?"
Ye Yanfeng's fingertips rubbed her jaw, his calloused fingers creating a numb feeling on her delicate skin.
He bent down, his sexy lips biting her earlobe hard. Hot breath entered her ears and he asked in a deep and hoarse voice, "Whose son is Little Xingxing?"
Shangguan Wan's body stiffened slightly. She had both hands on his shoulders, wanting to push him away, but he was like a huge mountain, no matter how she pushed, he would not move.
