Jiayin huffed angrily, wanting to turn around and hit him, while Ye Wuge held on tight from behind, laughing and dodging.
"You jerk, do you believe I'll actually hit you?"
"I believe it, look at you, so violent, only I dare to marry you."
"Violent? Let me show you what real violence is." Jiayin gritted her teeth and stomped on him fiercely.
"Aah... murder your husband!" Ye Wuge yelped and dodged, but his hands refused to let go.
...
The two were playfully fighting beside the sink, with Jiayin rubbing up against him unconsciously.
Early in the morning, Ye Wuge couldn't withstand this and reacted instantly.
Feeling his reaction, Jiayin's face flushed, hurriedly struggling to push him away.
The movement made Ye Wuge unable to restrain himself, and he forcefully turned her around, lifting her onto the sink behind.
Pressing her against the mirror and himself, he lowered his head to kiss her red lips.
But as soon as they kissed.
