Listening to the woman's crisp laughter, Quan Jingwu strode toward her.
"You, what are you doing?"
The man walked over with an imposing aura, and Jian Qing hurried to the edge of the bed to hide, only to be trapped in his embrace as he got there first.
Quan Jingwu wrapped an arm around her waist and lightly bit her ear tip, "Seeing me at a disadvantage, are you that pleased, hmm?"
"Not at all, you saw wrong," Jian Qing said, holding back her laughter.
Quan Jingwu snorted softly, "Practice is the sole criterion for testing truth; I think it's better to verify it myself."
With that, his well-defined hand began to wander downward.
"Wow, Quan Jingwu, you are a pervert."
Jian Qing glared with dark eyes, quickly slapping his hand away and pushing him off before hurriedly running toward the twin babies' crib.
"Seventeen, nineteen, save mommy."
