"Kiss me," he commanded as he gazed at her.
Chi Zaozao raised her eyes, staring at him while pouting, completely motionless.
If he tells me to kiss him and I just do it, wouldn't that be totally embarrassing?
She lifted her chin but stubbornly refused to lean her lips forward.
Ye Que narrowed his eyes and grabbed her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Getting more disobedient, aren't you?"
With that, he lowered his head and pecked her lightly on her petite lips.
She didn't reject him. Looking at his handsome face so close to hers, she smiled radiantly.
After a moment, she raised both hands, wrapped them around his neck, and deepened their kiss.
At such a moment, as the kiss lingered, naturally it stirred the impulses of desire between them.
Ye Que became slightly impatient, hoisting her onto the stove. Perhaps lost in the kiss, his body pressed forward, pushing Chi Zaozao backward.
