Suddenly kissed, Mi Yao's eyes widened in shock.
The man's handsome face loomed large in her vision. He had his eyes closed and his large palms gently yet domineeringly cradled her small face. Unlike the wild and rough kisses of the past, this time he deliberately softened his grip to be more affectionate with her.
"Um, let go!" Mi Yao came to her senses and immediately started to struggle.
Nearly slipping, she quickly reached out with her little hands to grasp the hem of his clothes, hanging on for dear life as her mind went blank.
What was he doing?
Flirting with Zhuo Ying on one side and teasing her on the other?
She had already vaguely sensed his recent intentions. Using the child as an excuse to hold her, the rose in the crystal cup... he must have done it all on purpose.
He was... flirting... with her.
Flirting?
