"Lin Fan... I... I want..."
The tingling touch made Liang Jiajia tremble all over. Being naturally sensitive, her eyes were misty and her breathing quickened.
"You have to fight for your own happiness!"
Lin Fan smiled and patted her cheek. Understanding his intent, Liang Jiajia immediately knelt on the ground, unbuckled Lin Fan's belt, and, after grasping the Iron Pestle with her little hand, lowered her head to suck it vigorously.
The slippery wrap and agile tongue made Lin Fan take a deep breath. Since she had something to eat, he might as well have some too, so he unscrewed the thermos lid and looked at the fragrant pork rib corn soup inside.
"Not bad, I didn't expect your cooking to be so good."
After taking a sip of the soup, Lin Fan looked at Liang Jiajia kneeling beneath him with a smile. She smiled back happily, "Then I'll make soup for you often, and when you drink it, I'll eat you, okay?"
