Why would Uncle and Mommy sleep together?
The Little Bun tilted her little head and thought for a long time but couldn't understand, so she simply scratched her head and patted Mu Jingxi, her fair little face tight with tension.
She called him in a milky voice, "Uncle, why do you want to sleep with Little Nuomi's Mommy?"
Mu Jingxi, upon hearing these words, had no choice but to open his eyes.
He was afraid that if he continued to feign sleep, Little Nuomi might swell his face with her pats.
His cool eyes slowly opened, and Mu Jingxi raised his hand to rub Little Nuomi's head. His voice, still groggy from sleep, was deep and possessed a lethal magnetism and sensuality, "Little Nuomi, how come you're here?"
Little Nuomi sat cross-legged between him and Qiao An, with a look of interrogation, her little face taut and her rosy little mouth pouting so high she could almost hang a small oil bottle on it, "Uncle, why do you want to sleep with Little Nuomi's Mommy?"
