"Let me see. Does it still itch?" Feng Shiming lifted the hair from Shang Haohao's chest and leaned close to her neck.
Shang Haohao's face turned crimson red, feeling Feng Shiming's murky breath blowing on her neck.
It seemed as if he would kiss her at any moment, startling Shang Haohao into instinctively shrinking her neck.
"..." Yue Feng's eyes darkened slightly, and his face suddenly turned ashen.
"Minister Ming, please be mindful of the setting; this is Yuefeng Villa."
A voice suddenly reminded him, and Feng Shiming glanced sideways at the butler behind Yue Feng.
It was Butler Robert prodding Feng Shiming.
Feng Shiming smirked, tightening his arm around Shang Haohao.
"Butler, you're too uptight. The BOSS said not to be so formal with family over a meal, and Haohao is my fiancée; it's rare for a couple to show affection."
Shang Haohao squirmed lightly, trying to break free, but couldn't, constrained by dining etiquette, she dared not make any significant movement.
