Qiao Mu had yet to realize what she had done even after seeing this dummy's dumbstruck state.
She poked his handsome face. "What's with you?"
Mo Lian cupped her petite cheeks with his hand before giving her a smack on the lips. "My wife, you kissed me, kissed me, kissed me just now. Give me another one! Here."
She wouldn't have realized it if this guy hadn't said anything, but now that he did, the little lady's face flushed entirely red.
What was going on? Why did she feel so flustered and have a guilty conscience from this guy's casual reminder.
Especially when he was presenting her with the side of his face, begging for a kiss…
Mhm.
So, so what if she kissed him? Humph! She'd kiss him if she wanted to! He was hers anyway, so she'll kiss him. Uh-huh!
After giving him another smack on the cheek, she subconsciously fanned herself with her petite hand.
