Ling Fei couldn't help but want to slap Song Tianmo again.
Unfortunately, this time Song Tianmo was well prepared. While he tightly embraced her waist, he also completely subdued her two unruly hands.
Being slapped once was enough for Young Master Song; he certainly didn't want to be slapped in the face a second time.
Seeing the two faces almost sticking together, a flash of panic crossed Ling Fei's almond eyes.
She steadied her nerves, turned her face away fiercely, and moved her head back as far as possible, not wanting any intimate contact with him. With a tense face, she scolded angrily, "Song Tianmo, I'm telling you again, let go of me now!"
"Not letting go!" Tianmo's reply was decisive, before his tone softened, coaxing her, "Fei Fei, be good, let me kiss you, I've missed you."
Missed her?
And he wanted to kiss her?
Damn Song Tianmo!
They were already divorced; what did he take her for, treating her like this—holding her and kissing her whenever he wanted?