Bing'er gazed at him with reddened eyes, looking pitiful.
"Alright, alright, Bing'er isn't young; brother will play games with you."
Lu Changsheng held her face, pale as jade and exquisitely delicate, and kissed her, capturing the girl's sweetness.
"Mmm~"
In that instant, the girl lit up with the joy of a child receiving candy, quietly enjoying Lu Changsheng's gentle affection.
Lu Changsheng wrapped his arms around the girl and sat by the bedside with her.
"Brother."
A moment later, the girl knelt down, helping Lu Changsheng undress with nimble hands.
After years of lessons, Bing'er's porcelain-like face flushed and sank, her tongue skillfully dancing.
Bai Ling, watching by the side, wished to join in.
But given her pregnant belly, her movements were slightly less graceful than Bing'er's.
Lu Changsheng looked at their faces, resembling twin lotuses, and felt an inexplicable pleasure surge through his heart.
