Qiao Mo gave a light hum, "There are so many people who want to marry you, why should I pay for it?"
"Ungrateful little one. Say it again and see if I won't hit you." He threatened softly in her ear.
"A gentleman uses his mouth, not his fists." Qiao Mo pushed his handsome face away to keep him a few inches away, to prevent her mind from going blank from time to time.
"I'm not a gentleman, I'm a man. Your man."
His kisses fell softly on her ear, warm, hot, and a bit ticklish, and at the same time, his big hands began to act mischievous.
Qiao Mo, blushing with shame, jumped away from him uneasily, worried that they might not be able to finish their meal.
She hugged her bowl and moved around to sit across from him to keep some distance.
Still, she couldn't help but glare at him and say, "Shameless."
Fu Nancheng ignored her and casually announced, "Engagement in twenty days."
"Ah… what?" Qiao Mo's jaw nearly dropped on the table, unable to react for a moment.
