Meng Yao had no idea how much time had passed, but she felt like she was suffocating and about to pass out.
She pushed Zhao Ting with force.
Zhao Ting was too focused, too lost in the moment.
Caught off guard, he was pushed away directly.
The boat was small, and Zhao Ting leaned backward.
Meng Yao gasped, realizing she had used too much strength.
Zhao Ting reacted quickly, hooking his foot on the boat's edge to steady himself, narrowly avoiding falling into the lotus pond.
Meng Yao's face was as red as a ripe tomato.
It was a shyness Zhao Ting had never seen from her before.
"A Yao, are you trying to murder your husband?" Zhao Ting said with a half-smile.
"I wasn't! Who told you to kiss me out of nowhere without warning? I couldn't breathe," Meng Yao mumbled softly.
"So, I should give you a heads-up before I kiss you, right?" Zhao Ting licked his lips thoughtfully, "Then, A Yao, can I kiss you now?"
