Yue Tingfeng's face darkened after hearing those words.
Yan Qingsi stroked his face. She placed a kiss on the side of his mouth and smiled feverishly. "I remember Mr. Yue as a man lacking restraint. When you were tearing my clothes with such familiarity. That time with all the reporters, you kissed me with such passion, and you were naked too. And now you're acting all shy and coy. It's really not what I'm used to."
Yue Tingfeng…
Why did it feel like their roles had been reversed?
His lines were stolen.
This was the first time Yue Tingfeng was somewhat disheartened yet he could not say a word.
Yan Qingsi turned around and took her bag. "Alright, I gave you your parting kiss. I need to leave now. Keep yourself entertained and stop whining."
She chided as if she was a parent berating her child who was throwing a tantrum over candy.
Yue Tingfeng wiped the lipstick stain at the corner of his mouth and smiled.
