"Fine fine, no more talking! Let's eat, I'll get the gift myself later." Wen Zhan still wore a smile, his words hinting at more.
Mu Wanqing could guess what "gift" he desired with her toes.
With delicious dishes spread across the table, the flavor seemed lost to her the moment she thought about how he would "torture" her relentlessly through the night, making certain parts of her body involuntarily shiver in anticipation.
Forget it, later I'll just say my back pain hasn't healed and make him go away.
Worst comes to worst, I'll look after the twins myself during the night.
The atmosphere during dinner was fairly harmonious, until halfway through, the younger sister started crying, wanting Mommy's embrace.
Mu Wanqing had no choice but to hold her child and soothe her with one hand, while eating with the other.
But the little baby, over half a year old now, was already showing a greedy appetite.