"Get lost! You're the one who's going to be a monk." Cheng Yun cursed and quickly hung up the phone.
Su Tiantian wanted to get up, but her waist was tightly held by him. Her face felt like it was on fire. "Cheng Yun, let go of me."
"No." Not only did he not let go, but he also pressed his face against her back, acting like a shameless rogue.
Su Tiantian: "..."
Taking a deep breath, Su Tiantian wondered how this man's skin could get thicker by the day?
"Tiantian, this is very normal between couples." Cheng Yun thought she was upset, his voice a bit muffled.
"Who said I'm your wife?" Su Tiantian glared.
Suddenly, her body was turned around, and she had to straddle Cheng Yun's lap. As his piercing gaze met hers, the words of refusal at the tip of her tongue went back down her throat.
"Tiantian, are you complaining that I haven't married you yet?"
