The Notorious Little Tyrant

“That day...” Sui Yuan looked at Wen Rou's gentle, curious face and said indulgently, “That day, you said I was handsome and told me to offer myself to you! When I refused, you even hit me!” “Oh my! Really?” Wen Rou covered her face with both hands. “How embarrassing!” Seeing how shy Wen Rou looked, Sui Yuan immediately stood up and scooped her into his arms. Holding her close, he slowly carried her toward the bed and gently sat her down on it, then sat beside her. “Look,” Sui Yuan said with a smile, gently pulling her hands away from her face. “Haven't I offered myself to you now?” Just as he leaned down to kiss her, Wen Rou caught Sui Yuan off guard and shoved him flat onto the wedding bed. Grinning mischievously, she cupped his face in both hands and said, “Hehe! I let you get away that day, but you won't escape today. From now on, Sui Yuan, you're mine!” “Oh, my lord, hurry up!” Sui Yuan lowered his voice, playing along. “I can't wait any longer!” When Sui Yuan finished speaking, Wen Rou leaned down and quickly kissed him. Overjoyed, Sui Yuan wrapped his arms around her slender waist and kissed her back passionately...