Feng Ling completely did not understand him. What wedding night? What debt?
She pushed against him but the man seemed to be caught up in his own insanity again. He was completely mindless of her poor mood. He held her and kissed her ceaselessly, as though it wasn't enough no matter how many times he did it.
"Li Nanheng, I'm having a serious conversation with you. You're crazy. Stop kissing, stop… uu."
He lifted her up again and pressed her down on the bed to kiss for a long moment. Eventually, Feng Ling's temper faded away. The unhappiness in her eyes was also replaced by the mood between them. He held in a smile as she nudged him. "Alright, alright. If you have anything to say, say it nicely. Stop kissing… ugh… Li Nanheng, keep your hands to yourself. Don't touch as you please…"
