Even she herself didn't believe what she just said.
Qiao Yaoran didn't expose her lie, simply closing his eyes again.
Unknowingly, he fell asleep on her lap.
Su Tian always thought that marriage was a distant matter. Although she had imagined what her future husband would be like, she never expected it to be someone like Qiao Yaoran.
He was like a deity, leaving people in awe. His exquisite features, chiseled face, every part exuding excellence.
Even now, she still felt like it was a dream.
When Su Tian's gaze fell on his lips, she realized how beautiful their shape was, and slowly, she leaned in for a kiss.
With just one touch, Qiao Yaoran held the back of her head, deepening the kiss.
After all, Su Tian was the one on top, she struggled and looked at him incredulously, "Uncle, you weren't asleep?"
"You've been staring at me, plotting against me. Do you think I could fall asleep?"
