"You made the decision on your own again!"
Lu Beiyuan kissed her: "What else could I do? You were ignoring me, and I didn't dare take you home, otherwise Grandpa and Dad would see and feel bad. And when they ask..."
"You knew you'd be scared?" Su Nanxing glared at him: "Why didn't you think about that when you had the surgery?"
"I was wrong, I was wrong, I was wrong..." Lu Beiyuan said as he kissed her again: "Wife, wife, you are the best..."
The man nuzzled her neck like a big puppy, his hands restless.
Su Nanxing's anger was swept away by him.
He also looked at her with his handsome and affectionate eyes, seeming a bit teary and pitiful.
Su Nanxing felt that if she were in ancient times, she'd definitely be a foolish ruler—the type that loses the nation because of a beauty.
Beauty tricks worked very well on her.
It wasn't just men who were fond of beauty.
Su Nanxing closed her eyes, refusing to look at his face.
The man moved closer, kissing her nose tip: "Wife..."
