In response to Yan Shao's occasional childlike antics, Zhu Qianying merely smiles.
"Fine, fine, you don't have to shave if you don't want to. Either way, I love you!"
Perhaps influenced by Yan Shao, Zhu Qianying now effortlessly delivers sweet words.
However, Yan Shao's words of love often make her shy.
But when she speaks sweet words, it's usually more of a tease.
Yan Shao, who had already stood up straight, is now taken by surprise and plunges back onto her, his lips fiercely grinding against hers in a deep kiss until he's breathless, before letting her go.
His eyes are full of burning passion, as if they could scorch Zhu Qianying!
"Baby, don't tease me! If you do it again, I can't promise that I'll be able to control myself!" Yan Shao warns hoarsely in her ear, then bends his head down to nip at her neck.
Zhu Qianying yelps in pain as Yan Shao shows no mercy, lifting her chin to bite her lip before he walks into the bathroom with a frustrated lust.
