Smooch!
She kissed him on the lips.
Qiao Yaoran had been puzzled before about why he had a reaction to such a young girl, but now that she was drunk and exuding allure, she was already testing his restraint. Now, if it weren't for a bit of self-control he had left, he might have really devoured her.
"Alright, you should rest."
Qiao Yaoran attempted to unwrap her arms.
To his surprise, her arms held tightly, and with a smile, she said, "Uncle, are you trying to avoid me again? I'm already your bride, how could it be that it's almost half a month after the wedding, and we haven't had our wedding night? Are you disgusted by me?"
"Of course not."
"If not, then why haven't you touched me? Or is it that you're setting me free? Uncle, it's a fact that I married you, even if we divorce in the future and I'm with someone else, no one would believe you never touched me."
These were things Qiao Yaoran indeed hadn't thought about.
