He gave her a sly smile, bending down to pick up the luggage beside her.
Wushuang snapped back to reality and snatched it away.
She lowered her eyes, avoiding his gaze, speaking with a very cold tone: "I'll go by myself, no need for you to follow!"
"What if I insist on following?" he said shamelessly.
"Then don't blame me for having you locked up!" Her tone was utterly ruthless.
The smile on Ouyang Che's lips disappeared, his gaze turned deep and dark.
Wushuang stopped looking at him, ordered the servants to take up the luggage, and walked past him with an indifferent gaze.
Ouyang Che suddenly grabbed her wrist, pulled her back, held her waist, and bent down to kiss her.
Here he goes again!
The warm lips landed heavily on hers, making Wushuang feel both ashamed and annoyed.
She widened her angry eyes, just about to fight back when he suddenly released her, not going too far.
"You..." Wushuang glared in embarrassment.
