Yun Qiqi was just about to say something when a large hand clasped the back of her head, and she froze.
Sure enough, the man's lips pressed down the next second.
She slightly widened her eyes and instinctively reached out to push him away.
Of course, her resistance never really worked, and the end result was always the same... she was kissed until she was dazed, unable to think of anything.
Finally, Yan Yan slowly released her, looking down at the disheveled hair, the flushed little face, and the bewildered eyes in his embrace.
With the corners of his lips lifted, he played with a strand of her hair that had fallen on the pillow with his fingers.
As he explained, "Morning kiss."
Yun Qiqi: "…"
She was silent for quite a while before reacting: "Um... you seem to not have brushed your teeth?"
Yan Yan: "..."
The romantic atmosphere instantly vanished.
The man's handsome face turned dark as a pot bottom.
