Somehow, in the midst of their kissing, they ended up on the bed. A certain someone had long since seized the initiative.
Qin Jiao reached out to pin down his hand while using her other to cover his mouth. "That's about enough," she said. "If you keep this up, I'm going straight to Aunt Du and asking for another room."
Shen Yi wouldn't have any of that. He immediately straightened up and behaved, even thoughtfully helping Qin Jiao tidy her disheveled clothes. But he still sounded a little aggrieved. "Jiao Jiao, how can 'about enough' be enough for something like this?"
Seeing Qin Jiao's faint smile, Shen Yi quickly changed the subject. "Oh, right. When we're in front of Beidou's relatives, don't call her Aunt Du anymore. Call her Mom directly."
"I know."
'It's not like I didn't call her that in my past life. In fact, I've already called her Mom in public a few times in this life, too.'
