As her fingers touched her brother's thin lips, Zheng Lun felt being engulfed by some sensations like never before. It was like an electrical shock and she felt her fingers getting numb, and heart beating fast. She breathed rapidly.
Her face flushed like an overripe shrimp.
After the flirty move of a woman's finger into a man's mouth was achieved, Zhao Anan ran back to Mu Qing quickly and started to stuff eggplants into her mouth as she talked loudly, "Tasty! I want to make food again. Mu, be my assistant."
Mu Qing liked it a lot when Zhao Anan addressed him in this way, because when they were innocent and ignorant ten years ago and had fallen in love with each other for the first time, Zhao Anan would address him as "Mu" in a flirty way.
He had no idea about Zheng Lun's situation. So he had no idea what Zhao Anan just did. After hearing what she said, he immediately responded, "Okay! Let's make soup. You like winter melon with wood - ear right?"
