That night, Tong Sanlang held Qiao Xiaomai, making up for all the joy they had missed in this period.
Tong Sanlang's masculine pride was shattered once again.
Complicated.
Puff!
Caught off guard, Tong Sanlang was immediately choked by the porridge in his mouth.
Just imagining that scene in his head, his gut feeling, as if being gutted, suddenly heated up.
"Look how excited you're." Qiao Xiaomai patted his back, took a cup of water from the air and fed it to him.
"It's because your description was too alluring." Tong Sanlang explained.
Tong Sanlang said confidently, "I have absolutely no resistance against you."
"So it's my fault?"
"Yes, it's all your fault that I can't control myself."
Hearing this, Qiao Xiaomai rolled her eyes, "Just eat your porridge!"
"What nonsense are you talking about!"
"After we go back, we won't have such good days."
After going back, they would be living on the manor, where there are many people.
