An Xiaomian felt as if her ear, which he had kissed, was burned by fire, suddenly scorching and painful.
She furrowed her eyebrows fiercely, struggling even more intensely: "Let me go... Ouyang Zhi, let me go... Don't touch me..."
"Xiao Mian, take a clear look at reality, you're about to become my wife, why can't I touch my own wife? My body is normal, there's nothing wrong with it. Right now, I'm just kissing you, and after we get married, we'll have a normal husband and wife relationship, do you understand?" Ouyang Zhi seemed not to understand her rejection, deliberately intensifying his tone to remind her.
He suddenly reached out, pinched her chin, forcing her to look at her reflection and his in the mirror.
