1935, Hubby, what... what are you doing?
Yu Lingqian didn't say a word, just his lips and tongue wandering over her neck and shoulders.
Since her eyes were blindfolded, Mu Anran's senses were even sharper.
Every move of Yu Lingqian could easily make her whole body tremble.
After a while, her voice began to quiver, "Hubby, what... what exactly do you want to do?"
"Wasn't someone just reading Xiao Huang's writing with great enthusiasm? Even fantasizing me as the male protagonist in it. Wouldn't it be a disappointment if I didn't cooperate at all?"
Yu Lingqian's voice was drifting near and far.
His fiery breath sprayed onto Mu Anran's face, so hot she almost screamed!
"W-what? You... you just..."
"That's right."
Yu Lingqian was straightforward, readily admitting to snooping on Mu Anran's computer.
"I—damn—"
Before Mu Anran could finish cursing, she felt a finger press against her lips.
Yu Lingqian's slightly displeased voice sounded, "No swearing."
