C167 Face Slap

“Cough, cough, honey, this is just a big misunderstanding!” Ye Fann cleared his throat, trying to explain. Even he couldn't figure out why his luck was so bad. First, it was a strand of hair on his shoulder, and now even the scent of another woman's perfume had caught Xinying's attention. He felt utterly helpless.

“Ha, Ye Fann, I can't believe you have the nerve to cheat right under my nose