Chapter 822 : Don't Like My Kiss?
- Seeing me frown and remain silent, he became a little angry and tugged at my hair. It hurt when Beiting Mo pulled my hair, and I scowled, slapping away his wandering hand on my face with a frown and a wrinkled nose, glaring at him with annoyance.
- Beiting Mo, seeing my expression, chuckled lightly, his eyes sparkling.
- He leaned in to kiss me, but I immediately avoided him.