Pei Yiting touched his cheek, grabbed her hand, and directly pulled Xia Yueqing into his arms.
The little woman stared, clearly anticipating this mischievous move, and immediately used her other hand to cover her mouth.
"Get up, I'm hungry." A slightly muffled voice came through her palm.
Pei Yiting raised an eyebrow, gently exerted force, and Xia Yueqing's hand loosened, helplessly watching his lips press over.
"Mm..." Bastard, always launching a sneak attack like this.
No, this wasn't even a sneak attack anymore; it was a blatant assault.
"Kissing on the cheek, what's the point?" someone mumbled, with their lips tightly pressed together.
Xia Yueqing's hand tried to resist, but it was unsuccessful.
She was no match for his strength, not an equal opponent at all.
In the end, she simply gave up, grabbing his shoulder, letting Pei Yiting kiss to his heart's content.
Such a gunpowder situation happened first thing in the morning, leaving Pei Yiting in discomfort.
