Obviously, he had just forcibly kissed her so dominantly.
And at this moment, he sincerely sought her opinion.
Mo Qingning looked at him, her heart still pounding wildly.
Is it a dream?
Why does it feel so real?
Why do her lips still seem to retain a trace of warmth and his breath...
Mo Qingning blinked dumbly, her small lips slightly parted.
"I..."
"She doesn't want to!"
Mo Qingning was just about to answer Xiao Yize's words when she suddenly heard Fu Zixin's disappointing voice.
The surrounding warm and romantic atmosphere was instantly disrupted.
The two of them simultaneously looked up to see Fu Zixin quickly approaching.
With a face full of grievances, she ran to Mo Qingning's side, pulling her away from Xiao Yize, separating their clasped hands, and then looked up.
"Young Master Xiao, turns out you're so despicable!"
Fu Zixin glared.
"Turns out you used to like your cousin's wife! Turns out you really had a thing with her!"
