"Is this really okay?" Li Xingwan wriggled her slender waist, intending to maintain the pose she had just had.
"Don't move."
"..."
At first, it was alright. But as time went on, it became too much for her; she almost wanted to lean her entire body against him.
After all, she was accustomed to the life of a pampered lady, fragile and delicate. She was either comfortably reclining or sitting. When had she ever had to stay stiff for so long?
The live stream audience was getting quite excited about this.
"Let go of my husband!"
"Why is she pressing up against him so tightly?!"
"Sob! How I wish I could be the female lead in that man's arms, what do I do?"
Die-hard fan. "Wishful thinking."
"..."
"Ah... finally finished drawing." Little Momo finally put down the pen. The little guy even lazily stretched his waist. "Mummy, look."
