Qiao Chengxun quietly placed a bowl of soup in front of her, "Have some soup first."
"Why should I drink the soup first?"
"I'm afraid you'll choke."
"I'm not a child..." Wen Meimei muttered softly, despite feeling a bit of protest in her heart, she obediently drank the soup.
Qiao Chengxun suddenly moved his chair closer to his wife's side.
The intimidating male presence suddenly approached, Wen Meimei's body stiffened a bit, "Why are you sitting so close, um..."
Before she could finish her sentence, the man lifted her chin and his cool lips covered hers.
With lightning speed, he performed a complete French kiss...
The kiss left Wen Meimei almost breathless.
This feeling was indescribably wonderful...
Qiao Wang Ba!, you bastard!
Wen Meimei opened her eyes in protest, her small hands pushing forcefully against his chest, but her hands lacked strength.
Qiao Chengxun, panting slightly, said, "Meimei, I love you."
