"A joke?" Yu Lingqian narrowed his eyes.
Mu Anran desperately shrank back, wishing she could just disappear.
She nodded, "Really."
"But what if I took it seriously?" Yu Lingqian stepped forward, grabbed her soft waist with one hand, and then drew his right arm in.
Mu Anran's body swayed, pressing directly against his chest.
She stiffly propped herself against his chest with both hands, "Please, please spare me—"
"Didn't I say it's already too late when we were in the car?"
"But... Mhm—"
Before Mu Anran could finish her excuses, her lips were sealed by Yu Lingqian.
Her eyes went wide, still wanting to refuse, but as soon as she opened her mouth, Yu Lingqian took the opportunity to deepen the kiss.
This bastard...
Mu Anran was kissed until she was lost in a fog, her entire body soft.
She weakly pounded on his chest; but she had severely underestimated how stimulating her little joke was to Buddha Yu.
