Zhou Ruoxue could feel that the fierce dragon was still pushing inside her.
She couldn't help but ask between gasps, "Are you still going to push in?"
"Mhm, today we're going to try something fresh, I'll just leave it inside you without moving."
"Can we do that, it's so inconvenient, look my feet are off the ground."
Chen Mo looked down and couldn't help but smile; indeed, it was as if Little Chen Mo had picked Zhou Ruoxue up by himself...
He didn't care about that and reminded her, "Hold on to me tightly."
Zhou Ruoxue reached back with both hands and clung to Chen Mo, while Chen Mo stretched his hand to grab the soup can and bowl.
With one hand holding the bowl and the other gripping the soup can, Chen Mo walked towards the living room.
"You're stepping on my feet, but I can still hold you up."
