"I am happy. Of course I am happy."
Zhou Yao closed his eyes and opened his mouth to suck the red lips that she sent over.
He kissed her all of a sudden. Leng Zhiyuan retreated back, but his firm shoulders were blocking her strongly. She did not manage to slip away. She opened her eyes to look at him, and her small act of retreat made the man raise his eyebrows unhappily.
Leng Zhiyuan found it funny. She stretched her small hand out to touch the stubble on his chin. The stubble pricked her soft fingers, and she felt both painful and soft. It was just…like the feeling that he gave her.
She closed her eyes and responded to him.
They did not know how long they kissed for. Both of them let go, and Zhou Yao's voice was hoarse as he said, "In the future, you are not allowed to do that anymore."
"What?"
"Although my shooting skills are very accurate, what are you going to do if I make a slight mistake?" His tone was grim.
