You Have to Take Responsibility Even If You Did It to Yourself

Fang Yuqing was not Fang Mu or Fang Pingjue. Fang Yusheng liked her.

He listened to Qiao Jiusheng's words and replied, "I'll prepare the gift."

Aunt Jin had already made dinner. When Fang Yusheng saw that she had brought the dishes to the table, he got up to help take the dishes down. Just as he stood up, his hand was suddenly grabbed. Fang Yusheng frowned as Qiao Jiusheng pulled him down.

He took the opportunity to sit down. Before he could sit properly, Qiao Jiusheng pounced at him and pressed him down between the sofa and her arms.

"What are you doing—"

"Ugh!"

Qiao Jiusheng grabbed Fang Yusheng's chin with her hand and lowered her head to kiss him, tasting him carefully.

Fang Yusheng's eyes widened.

Qiao Jiusheng's mouth was filled with the sweet smell of lemon.