"Okay, let your husband feed you soup," Wang Yue smiled gently at his master, picked up a small spoonful of soup from the bowl, and blew on it. "Good wife, open your mouth and taste if your husband's soup is good."
"Mmm," Yu Suxin was touched by Wang Yue's gentleness and opened her mouth to accept the spoonful of soup. "Slurp, it's so delicious!"
"Haha, of course. Your husband is a culinary god!"
Seeing Yu Suxin thoroughly enjoying his service, Wang Yue glanced at the soup in his hand and had a wicked idea. With a sly smile, he said, "Do you want more?"
"Yes, hurry up!"
Yu Suxin took a sip of the soup and felt an exquisite sensation spread to her stomach, a feeling akin to making love, incredibly wonderful.
"Okay," Wang Yue placed the small bowl on the dining table, then embraced his beautiful master with his left arm.
With his right hand, he scooped up a spoonful of soup.
