"Get lost!"
Yang Xinyi's face turned beet red, which only made her look more charming. Her expression of indignant shyness stirred a sudden impulse within Ye Xiong.
If only I could steal a kiss, how wonderful would that be!
When he got home, his wife's aunt, Yang Yueru, pulled him aside for a chat. His eloquence made her laugh so much that it was ten o'clock before she reluctantly went to take a shower.
Once the living room was empty, a figure stealthily approached and sat down next to Ye Xiong. She stared at him with wide, mischievous eyes, a sly smile playing on her lips.
"Should I call you Cousin-in-law, or the boy toy that Du Yuehua keeps?" Tang Ning asked, her eyes sweeping over him with a hint of cunning.
"What do you mean by that, Tang Ning?" Ye Xiong asked with a grin.
