Qiao Chengxun's sensual thin lips curved into a devilish smile as he couldn't help but kiss her lips again and said in a low voice, "As long as I'm not scaring you, that's good."
Wen Meimei rolled her eyes and said irritably, "I'm being serious with you, don't always be so careless with your body!"
As soon as she finished speaking, Bu Qingqing called out from the dining room, "Young Master, Young Madam, dinner is ready."
Qiao Chengxun took the girl's hand and led her into the washroom.
Wen Meimei followed him passively, unable to resist glancing at the blue and white European-style living room while she walked. The walls were made of two glass panels, with the yard facing south showing the swimming pool and the backyard view revealing the garden.
It wasn't until she entered the washroom that Wen Meimei withdrew her gaze, suddenly feeling a coolness on her hand, and only then did she realize the man's warm and large hand was tenderly enveloping her small one.