Ma Xiaotao raised her eyes in embarrassment and irritation.
Only to meet Long Yaochen's unmistakably amused gaze.
A surge of anger instantly flared within her.
Just then.
The palm resting on that softness seemed to move with astonishing naturalness.
The soft peak immediately changed shape.
This sensation...
Long Yaochen did not know how to describe it. He only felt a wave of heat rise from the soles of his feet.
Ma Xiaotao's body jolted violently. At last, she could not bear it any longer.
The next second.
Soul Power suddenly surged from her body.
Bang!
Long Yaochen was shoved away by her in one motion.
"Gah..."
He staggered two steps before finally steadying himself.
Ma Xiaotao remained where she was, one hand covering her mouth. Her cheeks and the roots of her ears had already turned bright red.
Her peach-colored eyes were filled with both embarrassment and anger.
"Lecher!"
"Where do you think you're putting your hands?!"
"What lecher?"
Long Yaochen, who had taken full advantage of her, rubbed his chest with an innocent look.
"I've never heard of someone being called a lecher for kissing his fiancée."
"Besides..."
He glanced at Ma Xiaotao.
"Wasn't a certain female lecher the one who made the first move—"
"Oh, no."
"The first move with her mouth?"
"You bastard..."
The blush on Ma Xiaotao's face deepened.
"I don't want to talk to you ever again!"
She turned and prepared to leave.
But after taking only one step, Long Yaochen had already caught up.
"All right."
"It won't happen again."
His arms wrapped around her from behind.
This time, the hand that had just caused trouble behaved exceptionally well.
It rested properly around her slender waist.
Ma Xiaotao paused, but did not continue walking.
The room fell silent again.
The agitation mixed with embarrassment