Bei Lulu's face was full of disdain; how could she not see that Shen Yibei had never truly cared about her.
She never wanted to marry Shen Yibei; the one she loved was the man standing right in front of her.
"Isn't he your brother? If you're not afraid of him, why should I be?" Bei Lulu said, then parted her red lips and leaned forward, pressing them against Shen Mufeng's lips.
The two clung tightly to each other.
Bei Lulu let out a coy cry: "Mufeng."
Shen Mufeng chuckled softly, "Baby, not enjoying this?"
"Don't rush, okay?"
"Alright, I'll listen to you, baby." Shen Mufeng stopped teasing and released Bei Lulu, sitting upright.
"Did you see Shen Yibei?" Shen Mufeng suddenly asked, though his tone held a trace of dissatisfaction.
The way he asked made Bei Lulu rather pleased: "Jealous, are we?"
