Qin Yu suddenly became nervous and took a step back carefully. "Well, I. . . I brought you some soup made by Ah Bi. I heard from Uncle Wen that you're always skipping your meals..."
Before she could finish, Ning Chen pulled her into an embrace.
Ning Chen touched her chin with his cold fingers. She lifted her chin slightly and Ning Chen bit her plump lips without hesitation.
It had only been a few hours since morning, but he missed her already.
He didn't expect that this little fool would come to see him on her own initiative.
The long-suppressed longing and desire overwhelmed his reason and rationality, filling his eyes with a strong desire for lust.
"I only want to eat you, Xiao Yu." Ning Chen's low and hoarse voice reverberated around Qin Yu's ear like the lows of a cello.
Ning Chen's breath landed on Qin Yu's earlobes and neck, causing a strong tremor. Qin Yu's heart began to beat uncontrollably.
