"Yes, I like it, especially someone like you."
Bo Yanching gently bit her ear and said stiffly, "Yet, have you married? How dare you claim to be a wife?"
After speaking, he pressed his lips against hers and kissed her without further explanation. He had intended to punish her properly, but as soon as they touched, he was the one who became soft as silk, cupping her face and pulling her closer, kissing her tenderly and deeply. When he tried to part her teeth, Nan Jiaojiao dodged to the side.
"No."
Bo Yanching kissed her cheek, "Really not?"
"It's not okay. This is moral decadence. You will be condemned by ethics."
He chuckled lowly and pinched her waist, kissing her face and neck gently without hurry.