A Crazy Love Proposal
Chapter 133 - 133 80 Because Its Yun Yuwans Merchandise

Chapter 133: Chapter 80: Because It’s Yun Yuwan’s Merchandise Chapter 133: Chapter 80: Because It’s Yun Yuwan’s Merchandise Yun Yuwan deliberately imitated him, even raising her eyebrows and making faces, “Aiyo~~ maybe~~”

Wen Yangzhi held her head, “That’s enough.”

“What’s up, want me to save you some face, huh?”

He was expressionless, “Too cute, I can’t take it.”

Yun Yuwan almost couldn’t keep it together, she picked up a piece of paper to cover her face, giggling behind it like a self-indulgent aunt.

Wen Yangzhi was still wearing that unimpressed, expressionless face, “Are you still going to draw?”

Her eyes filled with expectation, like cartoon characters with starry eyes, “Don’t want to draw anymore, want to kiss you.”

Wen Yangzhi ignored her, picked up the pencil, and continued the drawing she hadn’t finished.

Yun Yuwan wanted to kiss him, climbed onto his shoulders to touch his lips, but when she touched him, he didn’t open his mouth.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and complained in a chiding tone, “Brother, why are you ignoring me?”

He glanced at her, looked away, and still ignored her.

Yun Yuwan whispered into his ear, “Wen Yangzhi, I want to kiss you.”

He hadn’t said a word when he felt her bite his earlobe.

She kissed his neck, and Wen Yangzhi, watching her kiss him, couldn’t help but swallow. The hard line of his Adam’s apple trailed from her upper lip to her chin and back up, bumping against her like when they kissed.

Yun Yuwan abruptly lifted her head, staring straight at him.

He too was looking at her, his eyes pitch-black, speaking languidly, “What’s the matter?”

Unexpectedly, Yun Yuwan wasn’t shy, but swallowed, gazing at him eagerly.

He said nothing, just held her gaze. She took this as implicit consent, and wrapped her arms around his neck to kiss him.

Wen Yangzhi picked up his phone, using the reflection on the dark screen to take a look. There was a strawberry mark on his neck.

Reminding her, “I have to go to an awards ceremony tomorrow.”

Instead of holding back, she grew more intense, biting and sucking on his neck.

Wen Yangzhi faced the phone.

Now there were two red marks.

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He drew out his words, “Really want everyone to laugh at me?”

She admitted candidly, “Want others to know you have a girlfriend.”

He replied neatly and dismissively, “No need for the trouble, we could announce it publicly.”

She wavered again, “But I’m not ready to let the aunts and them know yet.”

He looked down, “So you’re venting on me?”

She rubbed against him in his arms, “Just creeping in the dark for a bit.”

She couldn’t let others know yet that she and Brother were dating, but she also wanted people to know he had a girlfriend.

Facing her little machinations, he praised her nonchalantly, “Little pervert.”

She dared not let others know, yet she wanted them to know.

She nestled in his neck and acted spoiled, “I’ll cover it with concealer for you tomorrow, guaranteeing it won’t be noticeable.”

Wen Yangzhi spoke at a leisurely pace, “No need to cover, let the whole city see.”

She was unexpectedly surprised, “Really?”

His tone was faint like drifting clouds, “Yeah.”

With him saying so, she began to worry, “It’s such a formal occasion, what if people laugh, and there will be TV broadcasts too.”

Wen Yangzhi shamelessly declared, “What’s there to fear, if people laugh, I’ll just say my girlfriend accidentally made it with her hard kisses.”

She hurriedly argued, “Brother, you’re shifting the blame! You’re the one who’s hard!”

He glanced at her.

He slowly said, “I never bit you.”

She stretched her neck, “Bite me back.”

Her delicate white neck in front of him was as clean and soft as white rose petals. He simply placed his hand on her head, making her lower it, “I’m not in the habit of biting people.”

Yun Yuwan was not satisfied, “If I let you bite, you should bite.”

Wen Yangzhi picked up the brush, continuing to draw on the paper, “Nobody intentionally scratches up a limited-edition sports car.”

She didn’t get it at first, but after thinking about it, she realized, her face playful, “Brother, are you saying I’m so precious, you can’t bear to bite me?”

She didn’t take his metaphor as objectifying her; she just clung to the unsaid “precious” aspect of his words, confidently filling in what he meant.

All he said was, “No.”

She confidently and smugly said, “Definitely is, otherwise why would you use such a metaphor, you must think I’m your treasure. You used to love driving the sports car out for a spin in the middle of the night and you took such good care of it.”

She winked at him and threw a flirtatious glance, confident like a little peony flower that thought the whole world would love her, both vibrant and proud.

His eyebrows lifted slightly, as light as reeds, “So you know all that.”

She boasted proudly, “Yes.”

He was silent, but gently stroked her head.

Yun Yuwan continued to show off, “Whenever I hear the sound of the sports car’s engine, I know you’re out again.”

Deep and unruly, howling like the wind, congested like phlegm, steady and understated, snoring like a pig, like a little tractor, over time she could even tell which car he was driving just by the sound of the engine.