Su Chaoyang, of course, ignored her, adeptly capturing her hand, their fingers interlocking, and spoke in a gentle murmur, "Then just cooperate..."
The next moment, a burning heat spread to the corner of her mouth, and a kiss, as expected, fell upon her.
He kissed so focused, so affectionately, as if he couldn't wait to steal all her breath away.
Mu Xiangwan, initially startled and at a loss, regained her senses and timidly responded, igniting this rising temperature all at once.
"Xiaowan, Chaoyang is sleeping—"
Lady Mu pushed open the door, her words abruptly fell silent in the middle. Like a petrified statue, she stood at the door unsure whether to advance or retreat.
The two people indulging in the room, disrupted by this voice, panicked momentarily. Mu Xiangwan suddenly came to her senses, pushed away the person before her, and turned her head to look at her mother by the door. Her face flushed red, even her earlobes were hot and smoking…
