Leng Youchen looked at her with a smile, his little girl's courage had grown by leaps and bounds, and now she even dared to flirt back with him. He raised his hand to pinch her cheeks, which were full of collagen, and teased, "Who was it that just complained about the severe loss of collagen in their face?"
Their feel was so good.
"In that case, may I warm the bed for my wife?"
Anning blinked, the man's tone held more than just the promise of warming a bed, clearly, he had ulterior motives. She moved a bit closer, their lips almost touching.
"Sure, it's too cold, and I could really use a heater."
The challenging tone in Anning's voice made Leng Youchen's blood boil. His hand slid from her face to her waist, pulling her fiercely into his embrace, he said breathlessly, "My wife, are you playing with fire?"
