"When do you plan to make me endure this?"
Dan Hanjie pinched the tender flesh around her waist, tilted his head, and bit into Qin Youxuan's neck.
"Hiss—"
Qin Youxuan drew in a breath of cold air and quickly reached out to push him, "Dan Hanjie, it hurts."
"Where does it hurt?"
Dan Hanjie caught her hand and pressed it against his own prominent part, gritting his teeth, "This hurts too, it's suffocating."
"o(╯□╰)o..."
Qin Youxuan pulled her hand back as if electrocuted, her pretty face flushed, and her speech unclear, "Don't ask me, go ask your son if he agrees."
"Shi-t!" Dan Hanjie cursed softly.
He never imagined that one day his sexual bliss would be left up to a stinky kid to decide.
Reluctantly, he lifted Qin Youxuan horizontally and carried her upstairs.
"If you can't have meat, then at least have some meat broth."
"..."
