The two of them tangled, struggled, confronted each other, and cursed in rage, creating a chaotic din that sounded both frightening and somewhat… suggestive, leaving Yu Qiao and her daughter in the room completely dumbstruck!
The girl, just over five years old, seemed to half understand as she stood there with a donut in hand, staring with wide eyes for quite a while before adorably asking, "Mommy… are uncle and auntie kissing?"
Yu Qiao, who had been sitting on the sofa just as stunned, snapped back to reality upon hearing her daughter's voice, and quickly tried to cover her daughter's eyes—but it was already too late.
The man behind the door, who had been frantically plundering, suddenly froze like he was under a spell when he heard the child's voice in the room.
He paused, his handsome face still showing traces of complex and indecipherable emotions, his deep eyes filled with surprise and confusion as he frowned at the panting woman with flushed cheeks in his arms.