"You Jia bastard, you—" Yang Baifu glared, but the next second his mouth was blocked.
After a long while, Miss Jia smacked her lips and let go: "Oh my, husband, your lips are pretty soft."
Yang Baifu rolled his eyes. He'd almost suffocated just now, and the bristles on that woman's upper lip were like a brush, stabbing him to death. What a pity that even so, he still hadn't managed to pass out.
"One more." Miss Jia was hooked now.
Yang Baifu had only one thought left: Heaven, send a bolt of lightning and kill me.
Maybe the drug was starting to kick in, because Yang Baifu was literally kissed into a blaze; his body was burning up, and Little Yang Baifu slowly began to rise.
"See? Still this cute." Miss Jia was instantly delighted, then in a few quick moves stripped off her own clothes. "Husband, here I come…"
Yang Baifu didn't want to, but his body wouldn't obey him. And to avoid being crushed to death or smothered, in the end he chose to take the initiative.
