But in an instant, she thought of a reply to Li Chengyun, "Li Chengyun, it's the bird's nest porridge seducing me!"
The underlying message was that she wasn't full yet, and her gaze briefly darted towards the kitchen, signalling for Li Chengyun to get her another bowl. Seeing Yu Jingrong's lips still smeared with a bit of porridge, completely unaware, he immediately leaned in and gently pressed his lips against hers.
Yu Jingrong was taken aback and just about to push him away with her left hand when she heard his low, suggestive voice, "Don't move, there's porridge on your lips!"
She could just wipe it off if there was porridge. She was speechless that he would lean in so close and even… Yu Jingrong was at a loss for words.
That warm, soft tip of his tongue swept over her lips, bringing waves of tingling sensation that instantly spread throughout her limbs, causing Yu Jingrong to unconsciously let out a slight moan.
