Before I could see who it was, my lips and tongue were seized by someone.
Reflexively, Jiang Yao raised her hand to punch, but the other person seemed to anticipate her move, intercepting her wrist mid-air and looping it around his neck.
The man pulled back slightly, but his lips remained glued to Jiang Yao's.
"It's me."
A slightly hoarse yet gentle voice reached her ears, and Jiang Yao suddenly exhaled in relief.
Her held breath returned to normal, and she smelled the faint fragrance of laundry detergent on Ye Shengnan.
The same scent as the detergent she uses.
"Why did you come over suddenly without telling me?"
"Missed you," Ye Shengnan held her waist, gently pecking her lips, "Didn't tell you earlier because I wanted to surprise you."
Jiang Yao's face turned a bit red as she glared at him, "A surprise my ass, you almost scared me to death. I thought there was a burglar in the house."
"Calling it a burglar isn't wrong," Ye Shengnan laughed, "a rapist."
