Just as Qiao Xiaon'an felt Yun Mo's gaze grew too intense, she was caught off guard by his abrupt kiss on her lips, a move marked by a bewildering fervour. This made her stumble backwards in shock, her hand accidentally knocked over a vase on the bedside table.
The tulips were brand new, Xiaon'an loved her flowers, so she pushed against Yun Mo's chest with force, "Mo, my flowers got knocked over because of you." As he looked up, she still complained, "They were new tulips!"
After leaving her lips, Yun Mo still lingered with a longing gaze, his eyes remained passionate and slightly confused, but his brows knitted, "Your flowers, are they more important than me?"
Qiao Xiaon'an lifted her head and pouted, "No."
Yun Mo kept his displeased frown, preparing to hear her explanation calmly.
"Didn't you just come back from the bar?"
At this, Yun Mo's brows knitted tighter.
