"Mm, mother..."
Lin Ruixin's eyes were already glazed over. She wanted to speak—to say something to satisfy Lin Jingyi. But her delicate body, flushed an unusual shade of crimson, had already begun to tremble. A wonderful sense of breathlessness filled her mind, leaving her speechless.
"You brat, you're still inside Xinxin. Don't pull out, just give it all to her," Lin Jingyi said. She knew what Lin Ruixin meant, and her own heart longed for that scalding infusion, but she couldn't be selfish. She couldn't rob Lin Ruixin of the unique pleasure of being drenched in heat.
"Auntie, I know you want it too. I'll give it to both of you, so you can share," Chen Yang replied. How could he not hear the desire in Lin Jingyi's voice? He had plenty of ways to handle such matters.
"Ah, this?" Lin Jingyi was confused.
Lin Ruixin, shaking her head, was equally clueless about what Chen Yang meant. With just one large 'treasure,' how could he pleasure two people at once?
