425 What do you want, Yang Mingshen?

Jia harshly shook off her hand. She grabbed a tissue and violently wiped the spot where Mingshen had just pecked.

"Ouch…" Mingshen pouted. "That hurts, Spicy. Don't reject my kiss so brutally."

"I wish I could reject your whole existence," she snarled.

To prove her point further, she kept on wiping her hand until it began to turn red. Mingshen grabbed her hand and smiled. "Don't be so harsh on yourself."

She sneered. "How about I get harsh on you then? My foot and your balls. How does that sound?"

Mingshen pouted again. "You cannot hurt my precious member, Spicy. How will I satisfy you after our 'marriage?' How will we fulfill Mom's dream of giving her a grandchild? I will be heartbroken if you look for another man."

Jia chuckled. "You have a good sense of humor. Why are you even bothering to taunt me that far? Am I not your donor for that woman over there?"

He paused and narrowed his eyes.