Ye Fei only wished his arms were longer so that he could wrap all four of them in his embrace.
Feeling an unusual tenderness, bubbles seemed to burst within Ye Fei's heart with delight.
He pouted his lips, making sure no one was left out.
However, as Zhao Tingting started to tear at his clothes, Ye Fei was suddenly startled.
From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Cao Siniu's memorial portrait set up in the room.
Heh, to be dealing with his wife and daughter right in front of this bastard's face sure would be thrilling.
But I, Ye Fei, just can't do such a thing.
Not to mention, that's Yan Yan's father.
I really don't want to make things difficult for her.
With that thought, Ye Fei immediately pushed them away a few times to separate them.
"Alright, enough fooling around. I was just talking nonsense, and you really couldn't wait,"
Ye Fei teased Zhao Tingting with a laugh.
