"Xiaoguai." Rong Moyong nibbled on her ear, his voice muffled and tender, "You're really making it hard for me to control myself, but..."
Still, there's cooking to do first!
After all, they needed the energy for what was to come after the meal.
Rong Moyong chuckled and finally released her, "It's smoky in here, and you're too clumsy to be of any help. Just wait outside; dinner will be ready soon."
"Oh." Duan Fei was pushed out of the kitchen in a daze.
It wasn't until the sound of the range hood came from inside that she snapped back to reality.
Hadn't she just been about to bring up the matter of the old master being hospitalized…
But no matter, considering that certain someone's uncontrollable panting just now, Duan Fei smartly headed to the living room.
She sat down on the floor, turned on the TV, and flipped to a movie. It hadn't been five minutes when her phone rang again.
This time it was Jiang Yaoyao calling, "Feifei, what are you up to?"
