Yu Yanshen paused for a moment—swearing softly in his heart.
"You suddenly kissed me just because of this?"
Yao Qing climbed out of the car and kissed him again.
"You're a jealous pot. Wen Nianchu called me Qingqing and wants to contact me on WeChat. Do you really think I don't know?"
...It was quite awkward.
Yu Yanshen had been alive for over twenty years, and this was the first time a woman had cajoled him.
And yet, he found it quite enjoyable.
Without a word, his normally indifferent eyes were brimming with repressed emotion.
With a bang, he stretched out his hand and closed the car door.
"You know I'm not happy, so why were you playing mute in the car?"
Although his words were cold, his tone was not at all.
Yao Qing snuggled up to his shoulder and blinked at him.
"Isn't it because your jealousy is quite charming? I wanted to look more—"
Before she could finish her sentence, he bit her lip.
In the midst of the broad daylight.
