At this moment, Ma Juan and Zhao Nianbing came out of the room one after another.
Zhao Xinmei couldn't think too much and hurriedly threw her panties behind the door.
Then, she brought the dishes into the living room.
"Xiao Juan, Nianbing, go sit down; I've brought all the food."
Chen Bin looked at Zhao Xinmei's back, feeling a burst of heat in his heart.
He suddenly thought that even if he didn't fuck her, just playing around with Zhao Xinmei like this was actually quite exciting.
He had all kinds of women himself, and getting laid was really simple.
But such a thrilling experience he feared could only be obtained from Zhao Xinmei.
After all, no other woman had that layer of identity as a godmother.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Zhao Nianbing couldn't help but ask.
"Mom, it's rare for Brother to come over, why did you only make these few dishes?"
On usual days, no matter how many dishes there were, Zhao Xinmei could handle them easily.
