Such an expression, coupled with such caressing motions, melted Master Xiao completely, even if he had steeled his heart to keep up his act, he was now finding it difficult to continue.
Because he desperately wanted to laugh, but couldn't, as a laugh would ruin his capital for continuing the act.
So, Master Xiao forced himself to still wear a cold expression, obediently lowering his head to drink the porridge that his little wife brought to his lips.
Ou Lan breathed a sigh of relief, quickly lowered her head, scooped another spoonful, blew it to a suitable temperature, and continued to feed him.
In this room, the air was filled with a thick atmosphere of intimate ambiguity.
