"Things are getting more and more outrageous."
"Just answer the question, are you convinced or not?"
"Not convinced!"
"Such a fiery temperament!" Cheng Yue laughed. His body swiftly turned, coming behind Yan Huan, and with a twist of his hand, her arm was pinned behind her back.
"Ah!" Yan Huan cried out in pain and suddenly turned her head to curse at Cheng Yue, "Don't you understand..."
Before she could finish saying 'treat a lady with tenderness,' she saw Cheng Yue suddenly lower his head, and his warm lips landed on her cheek.
Yan Huan's face flushed red in an instant, and Cheng Yue's heartbeat spiked to one hundred eighty. The quietness in the air was suddenly broken only by the rustling sound of wind blowing through the branches and the leaves shaking.
"What are you doing!" Yan Huan snapped back to reality and shouted in surprise.
Cheng Yue hastily let go: "It wasn't on purpose..."