Sang Yan had no choice but to stretch her neck and kiss the corner of his lips.
It was a touch so gentle it was almost not a touch at all.
Wuya was very dissatisfied, "Is this it? Are you trying to fool me?"
Tears welled up in Sang Yan's eyes, streaming down her face.
Wuya loved her tears, he reached out to wipe them away, tasted them in his mouth, and said with a malicious smile, "Do you know, Sang Yan, I really enjoy it when you make mistakes."
His tone was frivolous and wicked, "Tell me, if you don't make mistakes, how would I find reasons to punish you?"
"Shameless!"
Sang Yan was too furious, and she raised her hand to slap him.
Of course, she didn't succeed.
He caught her hand in time, his lips curled into a smile, his tone rising playfully, "Yanyan, are you looking to make another mistake?"
Sang Yan was so stifled that she couldn't continue her assault.
She fiercely shook off his hand, covered her face, and turned her head away.
