Ma Xiaotao was naturally embarrassed at being held in Chen Feng's arms before such a crowd, so she stretched out her delicate jade-like hands and pushed at his chest.
But Chen Feng wrapped his arm around her slender, supple waist and held her even tighter.
Before long, Ma Xiaotao's delicate hands, which had been pushing him away, turned into a coy pretense of resistance...
A cup of tea's time later...
Ma Xiaotao lay bashfully in Chen Feng's arms, too afraid to meet the gazes around them. She could only bury her head against his chest and play ostrich.
Then she raised her little fists and gently patted Chen Feng's chest. Rather than hitting him, it was more like sweetly acting spoiled.
Chen Feng gently stroked Ma Xiaotao's back and sent his voice softly into her ear. "Sister Xiaotao, I don't care about your strengths or flaws. It's you I like..."
That one sentence completely dispelled Ma Xiaotao's worries—the fear that Chen Feng would stop liking her after learning of her violent side.
Chen Feng's words made Ma Xiaotao's mind crash. Her pretty face flushed crimson, her entire body heated up, and she lifted her little head from his chest. Her phoenix eyes were misty, rippling like water as she gazed at Chen Feng's incomparably handsome face.
Ma Xiaotao only felt as though her heart had melted, warmth surging through her chest. At that moment, she knew she had completely fallen for Chen Feng and would never be able to climb back out.
Ma Xiaotao stood up, looking down at him. She cupped Chen Feng's head in both hands as he sat in his chair, then kissed him with fiery boldness and complete abandon.
Feeling the softness against his lips, Chen Feng's eyes widened. He had not expected Ma Xiaotao to