Mo Xiaomeng looked at him in confusion.
If that wasn't the case, then what did he mean?
Ye sijue smiled as he lifted his body and used his fingers to scoop up a lump of cream.
Then ... He applied it to her collarbone.
Mo Xiaomeng realized what he was trying to do, and her face burned red.
The next second, ye sijue lowered his head and his sexy thin lips landed on her chest.
He licked off the cream on it bit by bit.
His wet and soft tongue brushed against her skin, and the slight numbness passed through her body like an electric current, making her heart tremble slightly.
She called out his name in a trembling voice.
Ye sijue's large hand clasped her waist. He looked up with his deep blue eyes and took in her coquettish look at the moment.
He wanted to collect every appearance of her.
"I don't know if this cake is delicious or if it's because you're feeding it, but it's especially delicious." He laughed in a low voice.
