Yin Shuiling turned her small head sideways. Half of her small face was buried in the soft bed sheets as she said, "…Older Brother, haven't you always been providing for me?"
After she spoke, she realized that her voice was extremely coy.
"That's not the same, Shuiling. That's different."
It was something different.
The providing that he was referring to, it was the type where a man would provide for his woman.
Hiding a mistress in a love nest.
He would be responsible for the rest of her life, and she also wanted them to continue on like this and for him to be her man.
Yin Shuiling did not know what was different. She only knew that her own body was in pain. She pushed the man's chest away and allowed him to come up.
Yin Muchen lifted his head up from her tender neck. He could not control himself and pecked her small face before coming close to the side of her ear to ask, "Just now, did it hurt?"
