Zhou Chun asked in confusion, reaching out to help Ma Xiaorong wipe it off.
"What is it?"
Ma Xiaorong dodged Zhou Chun's hand. Then, she curled her pink tongue and licked the glistening droplet into her mouth. Smacking her lips, she glanced at Zhou Chun. "Just some breakfast milk."
When Chen Yang saw Ma Xiaorong lick the glistening substance from her lips right in front of Zhou Chun, his heart jolted. That was his offspring, after all.
Honestly, watching Ma Xiaorong do that in front of an outsider sparked a strange sense of excitement in him. This auntie really knew how to play.
"Xiao Rong, you should understand my feelings for you." The sight of Ma Xiaorong's tongue sensually licking her lips made Zhou Chun's heart itch with desire.
He'd had his eyes on Ma Xiaorong for more than a day or two. He desperately wanted to have this petite woman, who looked like a young girl, wrapped around him, rocking her fiercely. "My feelings for you are—"
