It was rare to hear these inner thoughts from Feng Ling. Li Nanheng smiled, wiped the water from his hands after washing vegetables, and then turned and pressed her into his arms. He lowered his head, his forehead touching hers, his nose against hers, with only a finger's breadth of distance between their lips, yet their breaths intertwined.
"So, you're saying you love me very, very much now?" the man's voice was low and seductive. He took the opportunity to kiss her on the lips, taking full advantage.
Feng Ling was just telling him the truth; she didn't know why he was suddenly getting amorous. Besides, her hands were still unwashed. She quickly held her hands apart to avoid dirtying his clothes and dodged her head back. "Li Nanheng, are you a man who has never known shame in his life? I was just talking, and you're kissing me again..."
But the man just pecked her on the lips two more times. "Shame? I really don't know. I only know you just said you like doing a...
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