This kind of gesture wasn't the first time, but Mi Jing still found it refreshing and used her fingers to outline Shen Lingxing's profile, feeling delighted and amused.
Tracing and sketching, Mi Jing's arms wrapped around Shen Lingxing's neck. She then lifted her head and kissed his chin. Her red lips lingered on his mouth...
The kiss was light, like a feather teasing, and it tickled Shen Lingxing's heart, making him deepen the kiss uncontrollably.
For a long while, after the kiss ended, Mi Jing's breath was slightly rapid, her face as rosy as peach blossoms, extraordinarily charming and lovely.
"Next time you're angry, you can hit me or scold me, but you can't ignore me." Shen Lingxing's large hand caressed Mi Jing's cheek, his thumb gently stroking her smooth skin, his brow filled with tenderness, but his voice was slightly stern.
"Then you stay away from other women in the future." Mi Jing said with a stern face.
