"Dad… don't mention mother," she whispered, voice trembling. "I-I'll kiss you already… isn't that enough?"
Seeing Lanlan finally surrender, Wang Xiao decided to stop teasing—at least for now.
She bit her lip, hesitating for only a moment before closing the distance between them. Her feminine scent—deep, sweet, intoxicating—wrapped around him, making his breath hard. He could feel the nervous flutter of her heart, the anticipation building between them.
As their faces drew closer, Lanlan shut her eyes and smashed her lips against his.
Wang Xiao's grip tightened. The moment he tasted her—that honeyed sweetness he had been deprived of for years—he lost all patience.
His hand clamped onto her waist, yanking her flush against him. His palm slid lower, cupping the soft, round fullness of her ass through her thin pajamas.
"Ngh—D-Dad…!"
