Zhou Wangshu slowly approached Su Yaoguang as he spoke, lowering his head to kiss her forehead.
Su Yaoguang felt increasingly uncomfortable and pushed him away, murmuring, "Don't be ridic—"
Before she could finish speaking, her lips were blocked by Zhou Wangshu.
Zhou Wangshu pried her mouth open and kissed her more deeply.
"Mm..."
Zhou Wangshu let her go, looking at her eyes that seemed clouded like the moon, caressing her cheek, he said, "From today on, you must recognize that I am your husband."
"Wang Shu, didn't we agree earlier?"
"I got hit in the head, can't remember what we talked about before."
"You don't regret it?" Su Yaoguang said, "With your qualifications, achieving fame is just a matter of time, and by then many noble ladies will be attracted to you."
