Zhan Hanjue was both amused and exasperated by Ye Ningwan.
He pulled her waist closer, his handsome face leaning in, staring into her bright eyes, asking in a low, husky voice, "In a few months, how will you explain this?"
"That depends on you, Mr. Zhan." Ningwan smiled as she reached out her hand.
Her jade-like fingertips gently tapped on the man's handsome face, like playful raindrops falling, tickling the face, and also stirring the heart.
"Ningning, you're playing with fire."
The man lowered his head, whispering in her ear with a husky voice.
Ye Ningwan did not back down, slightly tiptoed, leaned closer to his ear, and whispered, "Mr. Zhan, are you going to put out the fire?"
"Witch."
The man cursed softly, bending down to pick her up.
Any thought of propriety or decency vanished under her teasing.
Mrs. Chen came over to deliver some supplements as ordered.
However, as she reached the door, she heard some indiscreet noises inside.
