She was still so afraid of him.
Looking at her delicate beauty, about to become his wife, Yue Feng felt inexplicably excited.
Unable to control himself, he leaned in, slowly extended his neck, and pressed toward Shang Haohao's small mouth...
Startled, Shang Haohao blushed with shyness, slightly shrank her neck, and leaned back: "Don't..."
Shang Haohao propped her body on the bed with both hands, leaning back, her face flushed with embarrassment.
These days, Yue Feng did just this, whenever they were alone and had nothing to say, he would come close to kiss her, and then just proceed.
He never asked for her opinion, and when she refused verbally, Yue Feng pretended not to hear.
Without any restraint, he could stay in bed all day.
Even though he was gentle, at least he should respect her a little.
What time is it now, and he's at it again.
"The wedding is about to start!" Shang Haohao quickly reminded.
"I know, I won't do anything." Saying so, Yue Feng moved closer again.
