Yixing still insisting in pushing Jiahui away, even after the kiss. He wiped off the lipstick that stained his lips then said, "You're a girl. Please care more of your dignity and don't go around kissing random guy. Think about your future husband."
"I'm just kissing my future husband. Is there anything wrong?" Jiahui raised her brows and asked. Yixing suddenly found himself speechless towards her words.
He stared at her for a while more, before turning away.
"I'm not your future husband."
"If I say that you are, then you will surely be one in the future." She said, with confidence.