Su Ningyan sighed, worrying about how to go out today.
"What are you sighing about?"
Zhuo Junyue appeared out of nowhere, quietly standing at the bathroom doorway.
Su Ningyan jumped, somewhat angry, "It's all your fault, all your fault..."
She couldn't help but flail her little fists at his chest.
For Zhuo Junyue, her voice and her tiny fists didn't hurt at all.
It sounded more like coquetry, which softened his heart.
Zhuo Junyue scooped her into his arms at once, "Little wild cat, so early in the morning, are you already eager? Did I not satisfy you last night?"
Su Ningyan became even more irritated by his words, "You pervert, can't you think about something else? Look, you've left several kiss marks on my neck. I have to accompany you to the hospital today. If people see it, how can I live down the embarrassment? It's hot outside, wearing a scarf will make people think I'm crazy."
Moreover, the location of the kisses meant a scarf might not cover it up.
