Deliciously tender, Yan Huan doubted that one bite would cause juices to seep out.
But he didn't act rashly, instead, he pretended to be immersed in the effects of the modifier.
"Xiao Huan... that... phone..."
Yan Huan pinched her black hair, turned his head, and glanced at the name displayed on the phone.
"..."
He then turned back, and in the darkness, he whispered,
"It doesn't matter. An Le wife..."
"Don't... don't call me that anymore... Xiao Huan... woo... I'll..."
An Le backed away again, her timid voice getting softer and softer until the last sentence was so faint that only she could hear it, even Little Thumb looked at her with curiosity,
"I'll... I won't be able to hold back..."
"Huh? What did you say?"
Little Thumb flicked its tongue out, looking at An Le and asking.
An Le then turned to Little Thumb as though grasping at straws and hurriedly asked,
