What if she clung to him and wouldn't let go, playing the tyrant and taking advantage of him?
Ye Lu's face immediately turned ashen.
"Tell me the truth, these past days, have you... with her..." She annoyedly pinched the flesh on his waist, digging fiercely into him.
Third Young Master Jun yelped in pain, then looked down at her with a teasing smile and amorous eyes, pretending to be puzzled, "What are you talking about?"
"You know what I'm talking about." Ye Lu's eyes burned even hotter, pinching the casanova once more.
Third Young Master Jun chuckled, enveloping her in an embrace, and kissed her angry, blushing cheeks, feeling sweet as honey in his heart, smiling gently.
"How could I? She's not as beautiful as you."
Ye Lu glared at him fiercely, "So, you're saying if she were prettier than me, you wouldn't be able to control yourself?"
