Baby, you've been schemed against.

  The Oriental looked at him with pride and disdain.

  He originally thought that the thin and dry Han Bei'er from childhood would grow up to be a gentle and elegant lady.

  He never thought that the real Han Bei'er he saw was such a charming and enchanting beauty.

  When she doesn't smile, the innocence and clarity between her eyebrows, along with her bright and transparent eyes that are clearly black and white, make people think she's a simple and naive girl who is not familiar with the world.

  But when she smiles, her rosy cheeks, moist lips, charming eyes, and captivating gaze are alluring.

  "Don't laugh!" he growled domineeringly.

  Han Beller burst out laughing with a loud "hahaha".

  The sound is crisp and pleasant, like the cheerful chirping of a skylark.

  Dongfang Ao was annoyed by her smile.

  He grasped her arm and pulled her close, bending down suddenly to kiss her moist lips.

  He kissed her lips, and the coldness, arrogance, overbearingness, and tyranny that had just been there suddenly disappeared at the moment he came into contact with her soft body, replaced by overwhelming tenderness.

  He kissed her softly and gently.

  The faint chamomile scent on his body slipped into her nostrils, and the palm of his hand grasping her arm was scorching hot.

  He kissed her.

  Tender light kisses, gentle entwinement, his strong love for her, from her lips, into her blood and bones, little by little, seeping into her soul.

  After a long, long time, he finally let her go, his starry eyes gazing at her with tender affection.

  But her face was actually filled with confusion.

  "Is my kissing technique bad?" Looking at her bewildered eyes, Dongfang Ao couldn't help but laugh and cry.

  Is this the expression of a woman who has just been kissed?

  Shouldn't she be shy and hesitant, wanting to speak but holding back?

  "Dongfang Ao, we've only known each other for less than a day, why are you being so good to me?" Her black eyes sparkled as she stared straight at him.

  "Are we just acquaintances for less than a day?" Dong Fang Ao retorted back at her.

  She nodded.

  "No!" He flatly denied it, pulling her into his own arms and holding her tightly.

  "We've known each other for a long time, probably in our past lives, we were already together in the life before last," he held her tightly, his low and gentle murmurs like happy sighs, "Belle, you are mine, forever..."