Ye Shengge, You're My Lord

He lightly touched his cheek with the tip of his tongue and then turned to look at her. "You bit me when we were kids, and now you've slapped me, Ye Shengge, you truly are my ancestor."

From childhood to adulthood, it was the first time someone had slapped him across the face, but he wasn't angry. After all, it was Ye Shengge. In fact, he rarely got angry with her.

Ye Shengge was so drunk that she was in a daze, not realizing that she had just slapped someone. She found it amusing, laughing with her eyebrows curved, her expression sweet and tender. She even reached out to pat her own face.

Fu Yushen quickly caught her hand to prevent her from slapping him again. Fortunately, he stopped her in time, so her slap didn't leave a red mark on his face.

Looking at her innocent and adorable appearance, Fu Yushen couldn't help but chuckle softly and shook his head in helplessness. Dealing with this little drunkard was really a challenge.