Bei Ling'er thought to herself.
Lu Yang, you must be a devil.
How could you shout for her so rashly in such a situation.
But...
As if possessed by demons, she still stood up, then, she turned slightly.
Next, she felt her head boom as if it were about to explode.
Because her body was still covered with a dense array of silver needles.
Mother was lying flat.
So, only her head could be freely moved.
But even just like this.
Mother still took little Lu Yang into her mouth.
Though by comparison, Bei Ling'er found that the part of little Lu Yang that her mother had taken in was not as deep as her own.
But in such a position, to be able to do so was already impressive.
The key point was, she had just had little Lu Yang herself.
And now little Lu Yang had run into her mother's mouth.
The psychological impact was unprecedented.
So, while feeling a bit at a loss, Bei Ling'er was nevertheless watching intently.
And that forbidden thrill was growing stronger and stronger.
