Yan Mei's hand unconsciously touched her lips as she stared at her reflection in the mirror in a haze. She thought he would take things further, but after kissing her for a few minutes, he pulled away from her and chuckled nastily.
"Wifey, if we don't stop, I don't think I can control myself. And I don't want our first time to be on a door."
Yan Mei's face reddened when she heard him, especially when she felt his hard-on rubbing against her belly. She pushed him away and ran towards her room.
She couldn't believe that just a kiss alone could fluctuate her emotions like that. Taking a deep breath, she sorted out her emotions and went back downstairs.
When she reached the bottom of the stairs, she didn't see him in the living room. She felt a pang of sadness. She thought she would come down and find him waiting for her.
Jerk! Didn't he say that he would cook for her? Yan Mei was slightly annoyed.
