Thinking about all those lonely nights she had recently, Lin Miao was suddenly full of fighting spirit, secretly vowing that today Sun Zhe would not be able to handle her.
At this moment, she only felt her own power was frighteningly strong.
"Slurp, slurp, slurp..."
In the backyard among the flowers.
Lin Miao crouched in front of Sun Zhe, one hand holding his leg, the other hand holding his third leg, her fragrant long hair cascading over her shoulders, her small head bobbing back and forth, making sticky sounds, seemingly savoring the moment.
A few minutes later.
She slowly stood up, looking at Sun Zhe with a resentful gaze, reaching out to rub her sore cheeks, "Making it so hard, it's unbearable. Now it's your turn to put on the lip balm!"
Hearing this, Sun Zhe, without saying a word, scooped her up sideways and began striding toward the living room.
Soon after.
