Miss Chu, I'm Allergic to Peach

Chu Luo looked up from his embrace and smiled. "It's just a small matter. Why should you get involved?"

Li Yan kissed her on the lips and pulled a long face. His expression told her that he was angry.

Chu Luo slapped him in dissatisfaction. "Don't move your mouth or I'll seal it."

"With your mouth?"

"Dream on!"

The cold aura emanating from Li Yan's body dissipated at these words.

However, Chu Luo said unhappily, "When did I become your kept mistress?"

"No. The one who is kept is me." Li Yan's voice carried a hint of a smile. "Do you want me to make a statement immediately?"

"How dare you!" Chu Luo broke free from his arms and disdainfully looked at him with a straight face.

Seeing her expression, Li Yan felt stifled and grabbed her.

This time, peach juice stained both of them.

Li Yan said, "I'll get someone to bring you a few sets of clothes."