"What's going on?"
Zhan Hanjue warmed a glass of milk and brought it to her lips.
Ye Ningwan took a sip, leaving a bit of white milk around her mouth.
Zhan Hanjue indulgently extended his hand, using his fingertip to wipe away the milk from her mouth.
"Why are you still like a child?"
"On purpose. I thought you'd use your mouth to wipe it, but you used your hand instead," Ye Ningwan raised an eyebrow.
Zhan Hanjue: "..."
His eyes deepened instantly, and he lowered his head to kiss her lips, licking away the remaining milk completely.
"Satisfied now?" the man asked in a husky voice.
Ye Ningwan smiled and nodded: "Mm, satisfied, very satisfied."
Saying this, she leaned forward again to peck him once more.
Luckily Tuantuan wasn't here, or else he would have run off dragging Xiaxia with him, unable to bear watching.
