She was kissed by him and panted softly until he let go of her.
Shen chengjing's petite body was nestled in his arms. Listening to his strong heartbeat, she wrapped her little hands around his waist and rubbed it gently.
"Is he as good-looking as I am? Hmm?" The man's deep voice sounded above her head as he reached out to hold her small face. His still eyes were like a deep pool, unfathomable.
When she heard his question, she realized that the passionate kiss just now was because someone was jealous. This was a rare scene. She pursed her lips and smiled.
"Little girl, do you know who you've offended? Hmm?" Mo Yancheng's lips curled up into an apathetic smile. He squinted at her delicate little face and spoke in a deep voice that was very pleasant to hear.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and said softly,""Yes, I know I was wrong. I'll listen to your arrangements. I have no regrets."
"Yes." A certain man's narcissism exploded from her flattery.