"I just want to poke."
One finger was not satisfying enough, so she added another. Poke, poke, poke, poke, poke...
"Fine, go ahead and poke! Don't regret it later!"
"Why would I regret it?"
Nan Mufeng only then realized that drunken Jian Xi was quite shameless.
But was it true that he, drunk, had forcefully kissed her little feet?
Thinking about her little feet and the image of him kissing them wildly, Nan Mufeng felt an uncontrollable impulse.
"Wife, let me see your little feet."
"No, unless you let me touch your abs again."
Nan Mufeng's eyes heated up, and he pulled her hand down: "I'll let you touch them twice!"
Jian Xi's head swam, unsure of where she was.
She let go, flopped onto the bed, and grabbed a big pillow to hug in her arms: "It's still better to sleep holding my little quilt..."
Nan Mufeng looked down, feeling particularly aggrieved: he was actually disliked!
"Wife, I think you should take another look and see if it's really not good, or maybe feel it."