"Hey, kid, what's wrong with you?"
Zhao Liwei also noticed that his beloved son seemed a bit off and couldn't help but ask with concern.
"No, nothing."
"Just feeling a bit nauseous, drank too much and want to throw up, but I've managed to hold it back."
Zhao Tienan raised an eyebrow, his facial expression appeared particularly complex, and even his breathing was chaotic.
Actually, it wasn't caused by nausea at all.
It was because Tian Yunong, hiding between Zhao Tienan's legs, suddenly launched an attack on him. A nimble little tongue full of mischievous intent actually made Zhao Tienan's blood pressure skyrocket.
That warm, moist breath was truly deadly.
Zhao Tienan wasn't exactly someone with a lot of self-control; just a few of these ordinary licks were enough to tear at his fragile nerves.
"Poor thing!"
"If you can't hold your liquor, just make friends with kids in the future, so you don't embarrass your dad when you go out."
Zhao Liwei said very disdainfully.
