Shocked! I've become a female-dominated powerhouse!

'Smack—'

The sound wasn't loud, but both people present heard it clearly.

Mu Shengyuan was dumbfounded...

Miao Yi was also stunned.

The boy's soft face seemed to have a touch of bouncy texture.

Miao Yi's gaze fell on the cheek she had kissed, the spot where the boy's dimples were, but since the boy wasn't smiling, the dimples weren't showing.

A thought popped into Miao Yi's mind: if that cute little dimple also appeared, and she touched it like she had just done... would she feel something different?

Miao Yi gently supported herself on her young husband's back with her hand, raised her head, and said to the still somewhat dazed young husband:

"Smile."

"What..." Mu Shengyuan was dazed. So this is what kissing... feels like...

"Smile and let me see." Miao thought her young husband hadn't heard her clearly, so she patiently repeated herself.

"..." Mu Shengyuan finally came to his senses, but... this person fell on him, and instead of getting up sooner, he even asked him to laugh!

"Get up first!" Mu Shengyuan reached out and pushed Miao Yi's shoulder, as if he was in a hurry to get up.

However, with his limited strength, how could he possibly push Muse?

Miao Yi still wanted to try and see if her dimpled face was as soft and bouncy as before.

“Smile,” Miao insisted.

Mu Shengyuan's face turned bright red.

It's unclear whether it's because he can't push Miao Yi away and is holding back, or because he's embarrassed by Miao Yi's current actions and the distance between them.

Mu Shengyuan wanted to find a hole to crawl into, but the next second he felt something tugging at his face.

It is a mispronunciation.

Miao Yi didn't smile at Mu Shengyuan, so she had to take matters into her own hands. She placed her fingers on the corner of Mu Shengyuan's mouth, and with a slight prying of her index and middle fingers, she forcibly pulled open Mu Shengyuan's light-colored lips.

Mu Shengyuan couldn't help but curl the corners of his mouth into a forced smile...

Miao Yi frowned slightly, as if this kind of smile was not what she wanted to see, and the dimples did not appear as she had imagined.

Mu Shengyuan was stunned for a moment, then immediately grabbed Miao Yi's wrist.

"Let go..."

"Are you laughing?" Miao Yi was a little uneasy because she didn't see what she wanted.

"I laugh..." Mu Shengyuan forced out the two words, not knowing why Miao Yi was so concerned about whether he laughed or not.

Upon hearing this, Miao Yi nodded generously and released her fingers from Mu Shengyuan's lips. Actually, touching those lips—it didn't seem so bad.

Miao Yi withdrew her hand, her gaze lingering on Mu Shengyuan's lips for two seconds.

But at this time, what Miao Yi cared about more was her dimples.

She waited for Mu Shengyuan to smile at her.

After Miao Yi withdrew her hand, Mu Shengyuan smiled at her, but the smile seemed rather fake, with a mysterious undertone.

Miao Yi: "..."

"You are not sincere."

"..." Mu Shengyuan, who was faking his smile, was taken aback, but quickly realized what was happening and felt inexplicably annoyed.

"How am I not sincere? I've laughed at you even if you want me to."

"That's just dishonest." They don't even have dimples.

"Get up." Mu Shengyuan was still a little flustered and her heart was pounding because of the sudden and coincidental intimacy between the two of them.

Now, because of Miao Yi's actions, everyone is at a loss and their hearts are pounding.

That was all wasted!

This woman has no heart and doesn't understand romance.

Miao Yi was also a little unhappy. She couldn't see Xiao Jiuwo's ​​dimples, and her husband was still telling her to get up.

Miao Yi's eyes gleamed with a sinister light as she stared intently at the other person's face... at the dimples.

"What do you want to do?" Mu Shengyuan sensed something was off about Miao Yi's gaze at that moment, and felt inexplicably afraid—