The Poker-Faced Lady Qiaoqiao
Dịch giả: Henyee Translations Biên tập viên: Henyee Translations
Her long eyelashes fluttered heavily.
She slowly opened her eyes.
A pair of expectant, black phoenix eyes entered her sight.
The moment their eyes met, Qiao Mu felt a bit sheepish. Her heart started beating wildly like a drum.
She was done for, ah, how embarrassing. How should she explain to this guy later?
"Wifey." Mo Lian reached out and pulled her into his arms. He lowered his head and sucked on her delicate lips. He nibbled them with considerable force!
Qiao Mu: …
She suddenly forgot what she wanted to say to him…
This kiss was unlike the light pecks in the past. It was truly fierce.
It was unknown whether it was due to all the worry, anxiety, and frustration the crown prince had accumulated during the past days. He was now channeling it all into the little fellow's mouth.
Qiao Mu wanted to resist, but she was not his match. He caught the small hands she raised up.