Ji Nanfeng's face looked absolutely foul as he stared at her, speechless.
Zuo Aiai bit her lip, realizing that indeed she was in the wrong today.
He had mentioned that afternoon he would come over, but when she heard Anran had an appointment, she left without a second thought and only sent him a message on her way out to let him know.
By that time, he was already halfway there and had waited for her at the villa for more than an hour.
Moreover, the situation now was quite tense.
Seeing his face, dark as the bottom of a pot, she knew that if she didn't pacify this tyrant, he might actually forbid her from going out.
So she wrapped her hands around his face and planted a fierce kiss on him.
After a vigorous kiss, she hurriedly got out of bed, "There, don't be mad anymore. If it's really necessary, I'll make it up to you next time. Whatever trick you want to play, I'll go along with it, okay?"
"Go ahead, go ahead," Ji Nanfeng sighed softly.