Translator: Atlas Studios  Editor: Atlas Studios

“You're not allowed to move, otherwise I'll ignore you in the future.”

Jun Mohuang ran over and reminded him.

Sigh, he wasn't even willing to turn around. He would be even more reluctant to lower his head later.

She had to find another way.

“Alright.”

Jun Mohuang moved the stool over and placed it beside Di Lingtian.

He was too tall and she could only reach his chest when standing on ground level.

Jun Mohuang was now only half a head shorter than him.

Jun Mohuang smiled. The cold and determined expression on her face disappeared and was replaced with coquettishness.

Di Lingtian was attracted by her smile and expression.

Even though he was a little angry, he still thought that his Huang'er was really good-looking.

But why did she have to step on a stool?

As this thought flashed through Di Lingtian's mind, Jun Mohuang wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him.

The surprise came too suddenly for him to recover his senses.

Di Lingtian's heart beat faster and then softened. He felt as if he was floating and had no idea what day it was.

At the same time, his senses were extremely sharp.

He could see the slight tremble of her eyelashes.

He could feel the small hands behind him clutching his clothes tightly. It was obvious that she was also very nervous.

Jun Mohuang rubbed his neck a few times and released him, preparing to end it.

Di Lingtian finally came to his senses and realized that she wanted to escape. He immediately wrapped his arms tightly around her waist and began to take the initiative.

After a long while, he finally released her.

When it was over, Di Lingtian had already carried her in his arms and was sitting by the bed.

“Bad girl! You gave me a stick first and then a carrot. Do you think you can coax me into not being angry?”

Seeing her red face as alluring as a peach, Di Lingtian stroked and kissed her again.

And yet… he was falling for it.

The moment she kissed him, all the negative emotions in his heart disappeared without a trace.

“Then… are you still angry?”

Leaning in his arms, Jun Mohuang ran her fingers through his hair.

There was no shyness in her black jewel-like eyes.

She had already taken the initiative to kiss him. If she was still acting shy, she was being unreasonable.

“No.”

Di Lingtian rubbed her in his arms. Not only was he not angry, he couldn't wait for Jun Mohuang to trample on his pride a few more times.

He really liked this method of compensation and making him happy.

He had already promised to apologize to Jun Jianlin just now. She could have just stayed put.

But she kissed him of her own accord. This meant that he also had a place in her heart.