Gently, softly, stopping just after a taste.
The tender feeling suddenly left, An Ran opened her eyes and blinked, full of doubt.
Just now, she clearly felt Instructor Mu's deep and unwavering affection. Shouldn't this kiss be earth-shattering?
Could it be the stinky tofu she ate in the afternoon still has an aftertaste?
She remembered clearly, when she was eating that, Instructor Mu had a disgusted look on his face.
"Mu Xingfeng, do you love me?" An Ran suddenly asked.
Mu Xingfeng's fingers, caressing the corner of her lips, paused slightly, then he pinched her smooth little face as if to punish her, "You cheeky girl, why ask that? Of course, your husband loves you."
"Then I won't hold back," as soon as she finished speaking, An Ran wrapped her hands around Mu Xingfeng's neck, stood on her tiptoes, and directly jumped onto him.
Before the man could react, she bit his lips.
Mu Xingfeng was amused by her actions. Does she think he doesn't love her if he doesn't kiss her well?
