When the clouds dispersed and the rain ceased, the two clung tightly to one another, their faces filled with contentment.
As a veteran of love, Ye Haochuan of course knew that in addition to satisfying a woman physically, it was even more important to meet her emotional needs, so he spoke words of affection, now and then.
However, Huo Mengyao was not so easily fooled.
"Hmph, I hate you, always saying nice things. I'm warning you, my body has been taken by you. If you don't take responsibility and think of abandoning me, I won't let you off!"
Huo Mengyao hummed.
How did we get here? Am I that kind of person?
Ye Haochuan caressed her soft, jade-like back and chuckled: "You are my heart, you are my liver, you are three-quarters of my life, how could I bear to abandon you?"
Such cheesy words, how could the inexperienced Huo Mengyao endure them?
