After her words came out, the atmosphere was frozen. Oh no.
Her billionaire husband's handsome face was dark as he looked at her. His thin lips were pursed unhappily. "Hehe, Shaoming." Ning Qing wanted to add some nuance to the atmosphere, but, "Oof!" The man blocked her lips with his. His kiss was very gentle. His cold, thin lips lightly brushed again her fragrant and soft red lips. He kissed her for a while and his muscular arm picked her up from her waist using her shoulder as leverage. It was as if he were mounting a little girl on his strong shoulders. He was taking care not to make her lean against the wall. He used another hand to slowly block her back against the wall and rubbed her pitifully. "Sorry, is it here that hurts?"
