After pulling away from Yun Mo, Qiao Xiaon'an was about to take the fruit knife and continue to cut the watermelon, but Yun Mo, from behind, hugged her waist and gently pulled her back towards him.
The bright, smiling gaze fell on her petite face, "Didn't mom say there was something wrong with my sexual orientation? Let her see this. It's just perfect."
He couldn't help but peck her forehead lightly.
Qiao Xiaon'an wanted to struggle, but his arm tightened, and bending his waist, he leaned on her face with another lingering kiss.
"Amo..."
"Hehe..."
Just then, Yuan Meili was considering coming over to see why their fruit hadn't been cut yet.
Seeing this scene, she smiled slyly.
Then she went back to the living room and cheerfully said to the newspaper-reading Qiao Shiwen, "Old Qiao, Old Qiao, guess what I saw."
"..." Qiao Shiwen glanced over, and behind his reading glasses, his annoyed gaze met hers, "What's so alarming?"
"I saw Amo kissing Xiao'an in the kitchen."
