His tongue fleetingly licked her finger gaps, his tone ambiguous and sensual.
"After all, our Ranran is quite shy."
The sensation on her palm made Su Ran shudder violently, and she broke free from the man's confinement, turning to head towards the door.
"I... Grandma is calling us to have dinner."
Watching the girl's flurried departure, Fu Qiyuan slightly curved his lips, a pampering yet indulgent smile crossing his eyes.
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Downstairs.
The old lady sat on the sofa, her happy eyes nearly closing with delight.
"It's all about the right timing, location, and harmony. It's up to that stinky boy to grasp it."
Aunt Wu handed the old lady a glass of water, placing it in her hand with a smile:
"Rest assured, Madam, the young master will not waste all your efforts."
The old lady pursed her lips.
"With his blockhead, if he ever understood my heartfelt intentions, he'd already have a son."
