Ming Yao glared at the man with irritation, "Being mocked is what you deserve."
Who asked you to make the Little Fairy angry?
Gu Siting watched the woman with black hair and red lips, whose every move and smile were vivid and lively, as his thin lips moved from the shell of her ear to the corner of her lips.
Just as he was about to kiss her, a slender white hand reached out, stopping between their lips.
"Fourth Master Gu, Little Snowball passed away just a few days ago, and you're already entertaining such thoughts? How could you be a father? You should at least abstain for a year and a half to be worthy of it, shouldn't you?"
Gu Siting, "..."
He supported himself with one hand above Ming Yao's head and the other on one side of her waist as he leaned down to look at her.
Their faces were very close, their breaths intertwining.
His gaze was deep and obscure, dark and unclear, "Mrs. Gu, I've already apologized to you for Little Snowball's matter, won't you forgive me?"
