Mu Shaojie's slender fingertips just happened to fall at the corner of her mouth.
In that instant, her warm tongue and the man's distinctly jointed fingers had the most direct contact.
She thought tonight's dinner was delicious, not wanting to waste even a grain of rice.
Who knew, she actually got to have an intimate encounter with Sixth Brother in such a way.
Xue Xiangtong was stunned.
Looking at Mu Shaojie's god-like handsome face, she felt as if she had profaned him.
"Such a little glutton!" Mu Shaojie sighed helplessly.
He took a tissue and wiped his fingers that were wet with her saliva, "You rest first, I have to step out for a bit, I'll be back soon. Remember to call the nurse if you need anything, don't try to be strong on your own."
"Okay..." Xue Xiangtong was still lost in thought.
The grain of rice her tongue had rolled over slowly slid down her esophagus.
She felt a bit downhearted.
