"Of course, it's right here!" Mengmeng puffed out her chest, glared at her friends, then immediately tiptoed, wrapped her little hands around Gu Zhihan's neck, and planted a kiss on his lips with a smack.
His lips faintly tasted sweet, like candy art made by an old artist in a deep alley, irresistibly delicious, and she did not let go for a long time.
"Luo Mengmeng, that's enough!" Gu Zhihan took a while to snap out of it, pushed her away in annoyance and walked towards the house with a sweep of his sleeve.
Although he had been played by her countless times since childhood, Gu Zhihan still felt his little heart couldn't take it, especially in front of a large crowd.
"Honey, don't go, I haven't had enough yet!"
Seeing her "treat" escaping, Mengmeng hurriedly ran after him. Although she had no money to buy candy art, she had a free husband to feast on!
A free husband not eaten is a waste!
