Qin Ruohan's charming thin lips suddenly pressed against Ye Caitang's red lips.
Before Ye Caitang express her surprise, Qin Ruohan straightened up and touched the top of Ye Caitang's head dotingly.
"Good girl…"
Old Mr. Qin's jaw dropped. "…"
Wasn't his grandson aromantic and avoided women like the plague?
The servants looked at Qin Ruohan in shock as if they had seen a ghost.
Their young master took the initiative to kiss a woman.
Were they seeing things, or were they hallucinating?
They remembered very clearly that there was once a woman who wanted to seduce Mr. Qin and he kicked her into the crocodile pool without any trace of sympathy.
Ye Caitang was baffled. "…?"
Why did he say that she was a good girl?
Qin Ruohan's deep and husky voice—which was very mellifluous—suddenly rang in the air. It quickly answered Ye Caitang's doubts.