"Okay!"
Upon hearing that, Huo Beichen's eyes twitched uncontrollably. Just how much medicine had his son put on her clothes to make her so confused that she would say something like this, "This is big enough, let's get started now, shall we?"
"No!"
The woman decisively shook her head, her movements resembling a rattle-drum, but her body was honest—already pinned beneath him, it involuntarily pressed against his.
Seeing her like this, clearly needing it while her mind and subconscious were rejecting it, stirred a pitiful tenderness in Huo Beichen. His heart trembled slightly, a feeling akin to heartache surfacing, and he even started to hesitate about proceeding!
Watching her in this state, Huo Beichen inexplicably wanted to give Little Xingchen a slap. The kid was too heavy-handed—that was his own mother, after all!
But now, it seemed too late for regrets!
"Nuannuan accepts the command, Nuannuan accepts the command…"
