The buzz from the alcohol instantly sobered up by a large margin, Shen Chi was at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
"Mumu... you've gone from a little brat to a big brat. Drenching your husband in water, having fun are you?"
Shen Chi was chilled to the bone, his wet shirt clinging tightly to his body, and he sneezed.
"Overjoyed." Xu Chaomu's eyes crinkled with mirth.
"Not well-behaved at all."
With that said, someone took a violent approach, pinning Xu Chaomu against the wall, and with a dip of his head, planted a precise kiss on her.
The kiss, influenced by intoxication, was somewhat domineering, assertively prying apart her lips and plunging deep.
Xu Chaomu was immediately dumbfounded. Not having seen him in five years, it seemed this man had only learned one thing, stealing kisses!
Unable to argue with her, steal a kiss. Unable to beat her, steal a kiss. Whenever he found himself at a disadvantage, he'd resort to stealing a kiss.
Damn, was he even a man?