Twisting her waist and neck too.
Yan Zao: "..."
The corners of her mouth twitched silently.
She really wanted to slap him to death, so pretentious.
Lan Mu was still holding her tight, "Just a hug, and we won't do anything else."
His hand slowly moved up from Yan Zao's lower abdomen.
Yan Zao lowered her eyes to look at Lan Mu's restless hand and asked, "Then what is your hand doing?"
Lan Mu said, "Just touching, we won't do anything else."
He grinned, a wicked smile on his face.
Yan Zao frowned, "You really have no shame."
Suddenly, Lan Mu buried his head in Yan Zao's chest, "Wife."
His face pressed against her chest.
Yan Zao's heartbeat uncontrollably accelerated, and she wrapped her hands around Lan Mu's head, patting his face, "Stop talking."
Lan Mu said, "I want to hear you call me 'hubby'."
He straightened his head up again, looking at Yan Zao with a smile.
Yan Zao's face darkened again, and she stretched out her hand to cover Lan Mu's mouth, "Shut up."
