Lin Fan, groggy and half-awake, felt a slippery wetness enveloping his lower body.
Blearily opening his eyes, he saw Sun Qimei still deep in slumber in his arms, her breasts like water balloons still being toyed with in his hands. Her steady breathing indicated she was exhausted from the night before.
So, this sensation was obviously coming from Cai Jing. Lin Fan lifted the blanket and, sure enough, saw Cai Jing crouched there, slurping and spitting on Lin Fan's Iron Pestle.
"Master, I need to rush back... otherwise my mom will make trouble if she wakes up and doesn't see me... so I came to say goodbye before I leave..."
As soon as she saw Lin Fan had woken up, Cai Jing immediately said with a naughty smile.
"All right, then off you go. When your husband can't figure things out, I'll play with you again."
