Feeling the chill from her words, An Ning followed suit, raising her hand to pinch his bronze cheek.
Yu Jingchen was completely stunned. This woman actually dared to make such a move on him?
But it didn't feel bad.
"Dare to pinch me, I see you've had it with life," Yu Jingchen grabbed her hand.
An Ning was still staring at him blankly. "I was just making sure you weren't asleep."
"If you want to be sure, we might as well confirm it this way," Yu Jingchen gripped her wrist tightly and yanked her towards him with force.
The next second, An Ning found herself falling onto his thigh, as he wrapped her tightly in his arms; his other hand pressed the back of her head towards himself.
An Ning's delicate lips were directly swallowed up by his.
Her eyes blinked, revealing a hint of dissatisfaction.
"Uncle, no, this is a restaurant."
"You know this is a restaurant?" Yu Jingchen asked angrily.
It was this woman who had ignited the fire, and now she was saying no?