Ziyi obediently walked over, placed the fruit platter on the coffee table, and then sat down next to her.
Pei Yuanchen pulled her into his arms, held her chin, and kissed her deeply.
"Mmm..." Ziyi was caught off guard by his kiss and couldn't help but widen her eyes.
After a while, the man released her, gasping slightly.
Ziyi's face was flushed red, and before she could speak, she was scooped up horizontally by the man and carried to the room.
"Oh no, we haven't eaten the grapes yet!" Ziyi clung to his shoulder, sounding regretful.
"We can eat them later tonight." He rasped out, kicked the door open with his foot, and then threw Ziyi onto the bed.
Ziyi yelped again and was about to get up, but the man had already loomed over, pinning her down firmly.
The corners of his lips were slightly upturned, his gaze seemed deep and unfathomable.
Ziyi was dumbfounded: "Uncle Xiaobao, what's the matter with you..."
