The fiery tip of his tongue pressed against Mu Chenxi's slightly parted teeth in surprise, expertly prying them open and plunging deep.
Without giving her any time to adjust, he wrapped around her tongue and sucked forcefully.
Fu Yanshen was too much
The kiss seemed as if it was going to devour Mu Chenxi, fierce and intense.
The two kissed intensely in the kitchen, entwining and clinging to each other, the more they kissed, the harder it was to separate.
Outside, He Shaochen who had been reading, saw his mother enter the kitchen.
Silently counting in his heart.
Fifty, and she hasn't come out yet.
Counted to a hundred, still no sign of her.
Counted to a thousand, still nothing.
The little guy couldn't sit still anymore, he tossed the blanket aside, and slid off the sickbed.
He ran towards the kitchen, raised his little hands and knocked on the door, calling out in an anxious tone, "Mommy~"
This call of 'mommy' was like a bucket of cold water poured over their heads.