Wu Song firmly pressed against Sun Taoxiang, unwilling to let go.
Sun Taoxiang also didn't want Wu Song to let go.
Because it felt too good.
Wu Song grabbed her breast with his hand, intending to slip inside her clothes, but heard footsteps approaching the door.
It was Wu Xiaohong coming back.
Wu Song had no choice but to hurriedly let go of Sun Taoxiang and sit back in his chair.
After all, the rolling pin below was standing tall.
If Wu Xiaohong saw it, she'd definitely start imagining things.
Sun Taoxiang also realized Wu Xiaohong had returned and hurriedly bent down to clean up the dishes.
She kept her head down, not daring to look directly at Wu Xiaohong.
Afraid Wu Xiaohong might notice something amiss.
But the weird silence in the kitchen made Wu Xiaohong a bit suspicious—had something happened that she didn't know about?
"What's up with you guys?" Wu Xiaohong asked suspiciously.
Wu Song immediately said, "Nothing at all, I'll just go to the restroom."
