With her soft little hand covering his mouth, Su Junhao felt quite delighted, so he bent down slightly, letting her cover him, and did not struggle.
On the other end of the phone, Mrs. Su became increasingly gentle, "Oh, your name is Yanyan? That's such a nice name, how old are you?"
Jian Yanyan felt somewhat awkward but answered, "I'm twenty-eight."
Mrs. Su became even happier, "Our Junhao is thirty, the ages match perfectly."
"Ah?" Jian Yanyan was a bit puzzled.
"No worries, no worries, Yanyan, do you know who I am?" Mrs. Su asked.
"Oh, I know, you're Mrs. Su." Jian Yanyan replied politely.
"Oh dear, don't call me Mrs. Su, sounds so distant. Just call me Aunt Su. You see, both Aunt and Uncle aren't by Junhao's side; he hasn't bullied you, has he?" Mrs. Su just asked.
Su Junhao actually used his lips to nibble on Jian Yanyan's finger, not with much force, just lightly, and Jian Yanyan felt as if a current shot from her finger straight to her heart.
"Ah—" she exclaimed.
