"Miss, the young master is here!" Yingying's maid gently reminded her.
"What are you doing here?" Yingying glanced up at Wang Xiaoqiang, her eyes no longer holding hostility, and her face no longer donned the icy demeanor. Instead, there was a touch of coquettishness and charm.
Wang Xiaoqiang walked to her side, reached out and lifted Yingying's delicate, snow-white chin with his finger, giving a mischievous smile. "I am now your husband, and you are my wife. Your fragrant boudoir is my room. I will come whenever I want!"
The maids, understanding the situation, tactfully withdrew from the room.
Yingying knocked away Wang Xiaoqiang's hand, reclaiming her chin. "Before we marry officially, you are still you, and I am still me—two unrelated individuals..."
"It seems I need to take some real action, otherwise you'll remain stubborn like this..." Wang Xiaoqiang said as he pulled Yingying into his arms and tightly held her, his lips pressing firmly against hers.
