Feng Yanyan hurriedly said, "It's okay, I love whatever you cook."
As she spoke, a faint fragrance from her body assaulted his nose. Yan Nansheng turned his head slightly and saw her smooth, fair legs, and she had even changed her shoes. Her pale feet with a hint of pink, even her toes, were adorably petite.
Since they were last quarantined, they hadn't been in close contact for a long time.
Yan Nansheng hesitated for only two seconds before putting down what he was doing, turning around, and taking Feng Yanyan into his arms.
"Brother Sheng... Mmm." Feng Yanyan only got one word out before her lips were sealed.
She closed her eyes, raised her hands to circle Yan Nansheng's neck, and, trying hard to stand on her tiptoes, started to respond.
As if thunder had ignited an immediate blaze.
Gradually, she found it hard to breathe, her mind went blank, and she became completely immersed in the wonderful intimacy.
