Ying was dumbfounded to hear everyone around her. What lover's quarrel? That word didn't even exist in her dictionary! But only because she never had a lover before.
Han Bohai found her expressions so amusing that he grew a little more brazen as he slyly moved behind her and his arms wrapped around her waist. Ying only felt his presence when his chin was propped on her shoulder and his hot breath hit directly at her ear making her body stiffen.
"If it's a lover's quarrel, I gladly bow my head before you," his whispering made her breath harsher.
But the surprising thing was how she wasn't trying to escape his touch at all. In fact, her back slowly eased up and leaned into his embrace.
"It's not a lover's quarrel. I'm still not over the fact that you didn't call me."
