Yue Yue touched her lips, which were tingling and swollen like two ripe, over-polished cherries.
"What are you, a dog?" she mumbled, giving Han Soi a small, ineffective smack on his muscular arm.
"Who bites people on the lips like that? You're going to make people think I've been stung by a polluted bee!"
She tried to look angry, pulling her brows together in a fierce scowl, but her gemstone eyes were shimmering with a shyness she couldn't hide. Her face was still radiating heat from his possessive display in front of the camera.
Han Soi didn't look remorseful at all. He leaned against the counter, his smirk widening into something dark and dangerously handsome.
"What can I do?" he teased, his voice dropping an octave. "My wife is so sweet, I couldn't resist taking a big bite of her. In fact..."
