In the Future, Just Leave Your Lives to Me

Ye Qianqian's first instinct was to struggle. She reached out to push his hands away.

It was almost as if Shen Zhilie's hands were glued into place. They wouldn't budge no matter how much force she exerted. His hands gently pinched and rubbed her as she squirmed.

Ye Qianqian began to get aroused. Goosebumps rose all over her arms. Her struggles significantly lessened.

Shen Zhilie suddenly moved away in one quick motion and wiped his mouth with a frown. "Why is it so sticky?" he asked.

Ye Qianqian shrank back a little in embarrassment and cleared her throat before replying, "I slathered on some moisturizer a short while ago…"

Shen Zhilie had his answer. He leaned forward once again to kiss her on the lips. His hands never stopped roaming.

In that short moment, Ye Qianqian caught sight of the small box in his hand.

The word "Okamoto" was visible.

Ye Qianqian realized what his intentions were. Her heart began to wildly pound.