"Should I kiss you?" Ren asked randomly, his eyes studying Zuran's expression.
Zuran was heavily flustered. His cheeks had turned pink and hot. He found it hard to breathe and think at that moment.
Ren smiled. "You're blushing. I'm guessing you want it."
"No—!" Zuran snapped as he stepped backward, still holding onto the sleeping baby behind him. He glared at Ren. "What do you think you're doing?"
"Doing what married couples do," Ren defended, flapping the fan through his face, contented.
"I'm not married to you. And I don't like you. So, Master, please, behave yourself," Zuran insisted.
Ren smiled. "You don't like me? Is that so?" He nodded. "Then that's why I've already made it clear to you that I'll be chasing you from now on. So get ready to be bombarded with my love from this moment forward." He winked. "I'll make you love me in no time." He announced as he turned and walked off, fanning himself.
