With her back straight and an air of determination, Yun Qingqing retorted, "Absolutely, without a doubt."
Sheng Ting nodded slightly, and then, with one hand gently gripping Yun Qingqing's slender waist and the other firmly holding the back of her head, he left her with no room to escape.
The kiss that descended from the man was dominant and unrestrained.
Ten minutes later, Yun Qingqing lightly caressed her swollen lips, her eyes burning with fury. But whenever Sheng Ting got close, she instantly relented. Her lips had barely recovered, and she didn't want to repeat the same mistake.
Seeing the unfriendly look in the man's eyes, her voice sounded hoarse as she replied, "Call me whatever you want, even 'mother-in-law' is fine."
Gently, Sheng Ting helped Yun Qingqing tidy her hair, his tone cool and clear as he asked, "What about a good morning kiss?"
Yun Qingqing, like a startled lamb, exclaimed excitedly, "That earlier kiss was more like a French kiss than a good morning one."