Looking at the woman's huffy cheeks, the man walked over to the bed, bent down, and braced himself with both hands above her head.
His handsome and profound face drew close to her, the scent of mint from his fresh washing sprinkling on her face as he spoke in a husky voice, "Yaoyao, if you want to wear it, from now on just wear it for me alone."
Ming Yao threw a pillow at him.
The man caught the pillow and kissed her on the lips.
He only let go of her when she was almost out of breath.
"I really do mind, I don't want others to see your beautiful back, just show it to me alone."
Hearing him say that, Ming Yao felt a sweet sweetness in her heart.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, "Then I won't expose my entire back, just a little bit of the butterfly bones, okay?"
Without waiting for the man to say anything, she bit his thin lips, "You're not allowed to disagree."
The man looked into her eyes, dark and doting, his thin lips curling up slightly, "Alright."
