Lu Yang was stunned.
Not because Auntie Qiu had said something else.
But because he felt that little Lu Yang was already standing at attention.
Although not yet fully in battle mode.
It was still much better than before.
At the very least, there was a response.
So at this moment, even Lu Yang was stunned—he couldn't help thinking, could such a term of address stimulate him to this extent?
He couldn't help but introspect to see how deep his longing for motherly affection really was.
Unfortunately, he couldn't see it clearly.
Because looking into oneself and seeing oneself clearly is the most difficult thing in the world.
And Auntie Qiu, who had been holding little Lu Yang, also instantly felt this change in him.
She was overjoyed!
Knowing she had found the right approach.
Turns out, Lu Yang liked this kind of kink.
She remembered now.
Last time, when Lu Yang and Lin Qingxue were drinking at home.
Lu Yang told many stories from his past.
She had actually heard them...
