Yun Sheng's lips parted and closed, looking irresistibly tempting.
Yun Sheng, fearful of another sneak attack, covered her mouth in horror.
Seeing Yun Sheng, who was usually fearless, react this way, Ye Beiming burst into loud laughter.
The man's hearty laughter echoed through the woods, making Yun Sheng even more embarrassed.
She grumpily punched Ye Beiming.
But he accurately caught her hand and pulled her over, embracing her in his arms.
Ye Beiming rested his chin on Yun Sheng's hair, the soft fuzzy touch making his heart soften.
He had waited more than three years for this moment.
"Did it hurt?" He was a bit annoyed just now, remembering how Yun Sheng had quietly disappeared for over three years, making him use a bit more force than intended.
"Hurt your big head ghost! Who do you think you are, daring to hit me? Even my father never dares to lay a finger on me," Yun Sheng bristled, not caring about Ye Beiming's hands, and took the opportunity to retaliate.
