Chen Mo could hear Ye Xinxin's gulping sounds from under the table.
She was quite determined, keeping the dragon head in her mouth without letting go until she had swallowed it down, then she used her slippery little tongue to clean around it.
When she emerged from under the table, there were traces of nectar on the corners of her mouth, looking pitifully at Chen Mo.
Ye Xinxin's attire was the epitome of innocence; unlike Lv Qian's greenish innocence, hers emphasized youthfulness.
A butterfly clip adorned her head, and her waist-length hair was simply tied up.
She was dressed in a pure white camisole dress that could not hide her tender white thighs. Her legs also seemed proportionate. Below, her feet were in little sandals, making every inch of her skin seem to glow radiantly.
Chen Mo picked her up and had her continue sitting on his lap.
Ye Xinxin didn't move and let Chen Mo manipulate her like a doll.