I glared at him and even slapped him. “Bastard, I’m not thin. I’m just y, you know? Duh, Jessica Jung is damn y with or without clothes on,” I said.

He grinned meaningfully. Oh, what a freaking ert he is. And there, he planted a soft kiss on my lips.

“Oops,” I stopped. “Did I tell you Jiyong and I kissed torridly earlier?”

Teasing him is what I love to do about him other than claiming and kissing his lips how long I want to. And whenever I , it always works. Right now, he’s glaring at me, obviously mad.

And I know what he’s going to say. ‘I told you they are mine’. ‘Go to your bathroom and brush your teeth’. ‘Wait for him to be killed’. ‘Oh! It tastes like a rotten egg!’

I then stopped him from saying something, kissed him. “I was just joking. Don’t be jealous,” I said.

“Stop teasing me, young lady. Or else I would rip your clothes off and start devouring you.”

“Oh! I’m scared,” I mocked.

He smirked then pulled me in for a passionate kiss.