"Mr. Ye..."
Yún Qīngyáo's face flushed a brilliant crimson, so tender it seemed she could drip water if pinched. She cast a shy, exasperated glance at Ye Tianming and said awkwardly, "Forgive me, Mr. Ye, but I cannot obey."
"We're just kissing, aren't you going to be embarrassed, are you? We're all adults here."
Chapter 141