"I..." His chin was suddenly pinched and he raised his head. The girl's almond eyes, shining with water, stared straight into those deep blue pupils.
Qiao Muer was stunned. Yes, why didn’t you shout
Of course it's because -
"I can't call you brother now..."
Qiao Muer looked at Yue Zheng's increasingly deep blue eyes. Although she was nervous, she had to say it out loud, "Although I am younger than you, I am Brother Youyou's fiancée. If I want to call you, I can only call you Brother An'an. You... will probably be angry and won't like it."
Obviously, Qiao Muer had gone in the completely wrong direction.
But she didn't know that this damn answer completely angered the man in front of her.
Yue Zheng's already cold blue eyes became even darker.
Brother Youyou...
very good.
Qiao Muer, you are so nice.
The man's fingers that were pinching the girl's chin suddenly tightened, and the sudden increase in force made Qiao Muer frown subconsciously.
But this expression of resistance deeply hurt Yue Zheng.
The man's dark brows were deeply furrowed, and a gloomy and uncertain light flashed across his deep blue eyes.
He looked at Qiao Muer's peach-like face, his deep gaze fixed on her crystal clear, pink and attractive lips.
The fingers pinching her chin suddenly covered her delicate lips.
The fingertips, with slightly calloused skin, gently stroked her crystal clear and plump lower lip.
"Mu'er..." He called her, his voice extremely low and filled with a kind of persuasive temptation.
"Don't mention other men in front of me anymore. I'll get angry if you do."
Qiao Muer: "I..."
The girl was completely stunned and didn't understand why Yue Zheng said that.
A very strange feeling emerged from the bottom of her heart, filling her entire heart with soreness, swelling and throbbing pain.
"But, Brother Youyou is..."
Qiao Muer instinctively wanted to explain that Youyou was her fiancé.
However, before she could finish her words, her delicate pink lips were easily opened the next moment.
Yue Zheng's thin lips came up and gently covered her lips.
It was not like Qiao Muer often saw passionate and sweet kisses between her parents.
Yue Zheng's thin lips were cool, and they touched her lips like a dragonfly touching the water, with a taste of blood, bitterness, a slight chill, and some strange emotions...
But such a casual kiss was Qiao Muer's first kiss.
She was stunned by the kiss and stood there blankly, with her hands on her heart, staring blankly at the man who had just kissed her.
"Yue Zheng..."
How could he kiss her? She was Youyou's fiancée.
Qiao Muer's lips are still numb, and the tingling electric current sensation can reach directly from her lips to her heart.
"Wrong." Yue Zheng's eyes were indifferent, and the corners of his lips were slightly raised, with a hint of barely perceptible joy, "From now on, you must call An An brother, especially..."
He leaned in closer, and lifted her chin up again with his slender fingers, "When it's just the two of us."
After he finished speaking, before Qiao Muer could respond, he lowered his head and kissed her again.
This kiss was different from the last one. It was no longer just a light kiss, but gradually deepened.
He picked her up and placed her on the desk.
The girl's petite body was trapped between his arms and the table, stuck there with no way to retreat.
Qiao Muer was placed on the desk and kissed deeply by him...
Even after Yue Zheng finished the kiss and left for a long time, Qiao Muer was still sitting there, covering her chest and gasping for breath.
In her ears, all he could hear were the words he said before he left -
"If you call me wrong again, I'll punish you like this."
Next chapter around 0:00 (to be continued)