Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel annoyed. His hand tightened on her waist: "Are you planning to repeat your old tricks now? Guess whether I'll fall for it or not, hmm?"
He stood at 1.87 meters tall, though he appeared lean, his body was all solid muscle. With him pressing down like this, Scarlett Yates could hardly breathe.
She reached out to push him, both embarrassed and angry: "What playing hard to get? When have I ever played hard to get with you?"
"Still won't admit it?" He caught her restless hand, his other hand pinched her chin, his thin lips curved with an infinitely seductive smile, "Then what were you doing just now? Wasn't it you who threw yourself into my arms just now?"
Seeing the mocking expression on his face, Scarlett was furious, biting her lip, glaring at him as she lowly roared: "You're my husband, what's wrong with me hugging you?"
Is there a wife so aggrieved like her, hugging her own husband, yet being taken as playing hard to get.
