"Mmm, what are you doing?" Xu Xiuxiu giggled as she arched an eyebrow at Song Yuanhuan, and only then did she turn around to put down the spatula she had been holding. The next moment, however, a massive heat source steaming with warmth approached her from behind, and a pair of arms, covered in beads of sweat, easily propped themselves on the small kitchen counter by her waist.
"My dear wife." Song Yuanhuan rested his head on Xu Xiuxiu's shoulder, tilting his head slightly, those perfectly kissable thin lips softly calling her name while teasingly nibbling on her tender earlobe.
"Ah! What are you doing!" Xu Xiuxiu, stunned by his deep voice, could feel her heartbeat become irregular, clearly sensing the loss of territory on her earlobe as a hot and moist sensation spread over her face, making her protest helplessly like a boiled red crab, immediately nudging the area by Song Yuanhuan's obliques with her elbow.
