Lin Yun accepted Ye Mingcheng's fiery kisses without the slightest resistance. Astonished, she drifted off for a moment, wondering how they had ended up here. Taking advantage of her distraction, the man grew bolder with his hands.
“Young Marshal, I'm married. Don't go too far, mm.” She pushed him away and straightened her disheveled clothes.
“Miss Lin, have you ever heard that a wife is no match for a concubine, and a concubine is no match for a secret lover?” he teased. “I hear you’re quite taken with my face. Would you like to see something else that might please you even more, hmm?”
“Heh. It seems Young Marshal Ye doesn't understand the meaning of respect.”
Ye Mingcheng raised both hands. “Take the gun I gave you and point it at me. Miss Lin, aren't you being a little ungrateful?”
Not bad, a little short