"Bastard, let go of me," Yang Ruoxi said, her small face flushing as she was held in Lin Kuang's embrace.
"Why should I let go? Isn't it perfectly normal for me to hold my wife, Ruoxi?" Lin Kuang said with a grin, blowing hot air on her ear. The tickling sensation made her squirm uncomfortably.
"I'm... I'm not your wife yet," Yang Ruoxi argued, her small face still bright red.
Hearing this, Lin Kuang put on a wounded expression. "Really? Are you sure?"
As he spoke, his wandering hands weren't idle. They had already snuck their way to her chest, gently closing around one of her breasts.
In that instant, Yang Ruoxi's delicate body shuddered. A deep shyness welled up in her beautiful eyes, and she went limp, leaning weakly against him.
"No, stop it, you bastard! Not now! We're about to have dinner," she protested, her face aflame as her anxious squirming intensified.
