บท 1447: Shotgun Marriage (Part Eighteen)

Ming Ansheng readied himself to follow her when Su Yue pointed at him. She sternly warned, "Don't follow me. I don't want to talk to you right now."

"You don't believe me?" Ming Ansheng surveyed his surroundings to check if anyone was looking at them. He took a step closer to Su Yue before wrapping his arm around her waist. "They merely conjured a lie and you exploded in jealousy."

He bent his head and gave a swift peck on her lips. He smacked his lips as though he was thoroughly savoring the taste.

He looked so irresistible and seductive at that moment.

A flush rose from Su Yue's neck to her cheeks. She suddenly stomped heavily on Ming Ansheng's foot. "You're a flirt! You don't even remember how many women you have slept with before."

She raised her head and glared at him. "Hmph! There might be a woman coming to look for you with a baby in the future."

Ming Ansheng frowned. "What nonsense."

It was getting out of hand.