It's often said that a son is a mother's little lover, but Shen Cheng felt that these two little ones were clearly her little enemies.
At such times, shouldn't they be crying and making a fuss desperately?
Why are they laughing instead?
She turned her head to avoid Shi Yu's touch, struggled a bit in his arms, then braced her hands against his chest and met his burning gaze: "Mr. Shen, I'm not accustomed to new beds, it takes me at least half a month to adapt, so I'm afraid I can't serve you tonight."
"No problem, tonight I'll take care of you." Shi Yu wrapped one arm around her waist and the other behind her head, then lowered his head and captured her red lips, his teeth nibbling on her lips like a wild wolf in heat, wanting to devour her.
After a lingering passionate kiss at the stairwell, Shi Yu finally let go of Shen Cheng.
Shen Cheng's hair was slightly messy, her breathing rapid, with a hint of intoxicating flush on her delicate face.
