An Yan looked nervously toward the bathroom door, "Jinqiao is still in there, stop it."
Fu Shiyan clicked his tongue, his warm breath sprinkling on her ear.
Suddenly, a damp touch came, and An Yan shivered all over, "Don't..."
"How thrilling, huh?"
Fu Shiyan turned his head and kissed her lips directly, their lips and teeth intertwining as if he wanted to suck all the remaining oxygen from her mouth.
Noticing the person in his arms had gone limp, the man finally let her go, his slightly calloused fingertips gently brushed over her dewy lips, and he chuckled softly, "I'll deal with you tonight."
"An Yan, Younger Uncle, I've served the food."
The calling from Fu Jinqiao brought An Yan back to her senses.
She hit the man several times with force, "You're so annoying."
"Tsk, women are really fickle, you used to be crazy about Younger Uncle." Fu Shiyan's lips curled up in a wicked smile, "Once you have it, you don't cherish it."
