Deng Qingjiang lowered his head to look down from her neckline.
A young girl's figure is indeed much more captivating.
Much more attractive than the old hag at home. No, as for the old hag at home, he has long lost interest.
Feeling a little parched and restless, he said to Ye Wanqing, "You're so smart, you surely understand what I mean. Wanqing, my heart and mind are all about you now. I'll definitely divorce that old hag at home in the future and marry you, alright?"
"Really? You want to marry me?" Ye Wanqing turned to look at him in surprise.
Deng Qingjiang had been waiting for her to turn around, and seized the opportunity, pressed his lips forward, covering Ye Wanqing's lips.
Young means sweet.
He couldn't quite control himself, tightly wrapping his arms around her, instantly controlling her, preventing her from escaping.
Ye Wanqing was completely dumbfounded.
She collapsed weakly into Deng Qingjiang's arms.
Deng Qingjiang was almost reluctant to let her go.
