Mo Yan's face flushed crimson as she poked his chest and said fiercely, "Who are you calling 'father-in-law'? We're not even married yet; can you just call him that without any rules?"
Watching the girl's lively and charming demeanor, Xiao Ruiyuan's gaze unconsciously settled on her pink lips that opened and closed. The next moment, not knowing which spot the girl's finger had poked, the man's body suddenly tensed up.
Mo Yan only felt the world spinning around her, and when she recovered from her dizziness, her mouth was covered by two slightly warm, soft lips.
Mo Yan opened her eyes wide, her mind filled with confusion, completely dumbfounded. Having lived two lifetimes, she had seen "pigs run," but never truly "tasted pork." No matter how much she had imagined, she would never have thought the man she liked would have such an unrestrained day, doing as he pleased while pinning her beneath him.