Leng Yan sat down on the bed and lay beside her, "My mom knows them, I don't. I heard it's an old friend of my mother's from when she was young."
"Oh, then you must have had a great time chatting?" Xia Nuo asked again.
Leng Yan embraced her body, kissed her lips with a smile, and as Xia Nuo tried to dodge, he held her head in place and gave her a deep, lingering kiss before slowly letting go.
"Wife, stop guessing, I'll confess everything."
He whispered hoarsely in her ear, one hand mischievously lifting her nightgown, pulling it up to her chest, his hot hand roaming over her chest, kissing her neck slowly, over and over.
Xia Nuo's cheeks turned slightly red, and she unsteadily held his hand, raising her voice angrily: "Hurry up and confess!"
But her voice didn't have the intimidating effect she wished for; instead, it was soft, more like a whine than an interrogation.
