Fu Yanye glanced at her pinkie finger, then at her.
Zhuo Jian was still smiling at him, a smile that set his heart aflutter again.
"We've finished eating, I'll take care of the bowls, you..."
Before she could finish saying "go take a shower," she thought to grab a piece of paper to wipe her hands and collect the bowls, but suddenly, he cradled her face.
Before she could get a clear look at him, her mouth was enveloped in his once more.
They had just had yogurt, cold, so both of their mouths were cool, and it was comforting when they touched.
Zhuo Jian couldn't help but part her lips and gently suckle on his.
Fu Yanye squinted his phoenix eyes at her, his heart hooked by her action, but when she dared to kiss him again, he could no longer care about any gentlemanly trust and lifted her head up and pressed her onto the sofa, kissing her dominantly.
Zhuo Jian held the bowl in her hands, not daring to move.
