Everyone followed Yang Zui's gaze...
Ye Hao helplessly looked at Yang Zui, but since Yang Zui had spoken this way, Ye Hao couldn't just keep watching.
Ye Hao turned his head and almost begged Su Qing, "Qingqing, can you wipe the kiss marks off Ye's face?"
"No, I want you to hold me and jump down," Su Qing said with a teasing smile, fingering Ye Hao's shirt buttons.
"But, there are so many people! Look, those people are starting to whisper," Ye Hao said, feeling a bit embarrassed.
"Oh come on! Ye, can't you be a bit stronger? What's there to be afraid of? You've dared to do those things, what's wrong with taking me, a little girl, on stage with just a few kiss marks on your face!" Su Qing said coyly.
"Alright! I'll let you be capricious this time." Ye Hao playfully flicked Su Qing's nose.
Yang Zui couldn't stand watching from the ring anymore, he shouted, "Ye Hao, aren't you coming? Do I really have to fight this uncultured person? I'm not doing it."
