He planted a kiss on Ye Xingbei's fine, pale neck, then sighed contently, "So tender, so fragrant! Especially the stamen, oozing with sweet nectar, it's rich and wonderfully fragrant."
"…" Ye Xingbei's face turned beet red, pushing and hammering him away, "Stay away from me! Can't you be serious for once? Are you really from a wealthy, prestigious family? You're ruining your image!"
"What noble young master?" Gu Junzhu embraced her, his cheek resting against her neck as he chuckled lowly, "The man holding you right now, has rolled in mud, slept in the most desolate places, drank water from mountains and streams, eaten dry bread that can knock a man out. Have you ever seen a noble young master like this?"
Ye Xingbei: "…Even if you're not a noble young master, you should at least have some basic decency, right? You've got no shame!"
