Su Ningyan thought of her current position and felt like she wanted to die on the spot.
Zhuo Junyue controlled his strength just right, so that it wouldn't hurt her but was still embarassingly enough. His face was full of naughty jests.
"Honey, promise me first? Let's get the marriage certificate tomorrow. I checked, tomorrow is a great day for getting a marriage certificate."
Looking at the wicked smirk on his face, Su Ningyan was so angry she wanted to bite his neck.
"You're disgraceful, you… let me go first."
Zhuo Junyue seemed to be bent on teasing her, so he lightened his grip slightly.
Not long after, Su Ningyan was panting, but Zhuo Junyue wasn't much better.
A thin layer of sweat had even started to form on his forehead.
Su Ningyan clung to his clothes, "Dear, hmm... can we stop playing?"
As Zhuo Junyue heard her call him "dear," he found it pleasing to his ears. "Baby, is this your way of saying we'll get our marriage certificate tomorrow?"
"Hmm... stop it... "
