"..."
Wang Xiao's movements froze once more. The more he asked, the more he felt he should stop himself.
It was overwhelming—too much for him to contain.
"Fiona, say, 'Daddy, please~' or I won't go any further..." His voice was steady, though his expression turned serious, as if he were challenging her to make a choice.
"Mm..." Her eyes fluttered as she murmured softly, "Daddy, please..."
"!"
Wang Xiao felt as if a thousand-pound boulder had crashed onto his back from the sweetness of her voice.
It struck him so deeply, it was almost physical. Just what kind of spell was this girl weaving?
Looking at her innocent gaze as she spoke such powerful words, he didn't know whether to laugh or cry.
"Fiona, lick it..." He pressed his thumb insistently against her soft lips.
