Qin Jingzhi raised his eyebrow, "Tsk. Qingsi calls me uncle, yet you speak to me in this manner."
Yue Tingfeng nodded, his smile sending chills down people's backs. "You're right. Uncle, you're old and not suited to being a cradle-robber. Beware of the cradle being a cactus and pricking your whole mouth."
Qin Jingzhi looked at Yan Qingsi and said, "What if I still like the cactus? Besides... won't your mouth be pricked?"
"I'll show you if I'll be pricked, shall I?"
Suddenly, Yue Tingfeng held Yan Qingsi's waist, bent down and kissed her. He was very strong, kissing her fiercely and forcefully.
Yan Qingsi felt like the skin on her lips had been broken.
Before this, most of the time, Yan Qingsi initiated their kisses. This time, Yue Tingfeng was furious. He held Yan Qingsi, not letting her move an inch.
The surrounding people looked over curiously. Who on earth was this?
The onlookers exclaimed, "Hey hey hey, they're kissing!"
