"Hey, you..."
Song Yinyin was about to shout, but then she remembered her son was right beside her. If she shouted, wouldn't she wake him up?
She quickly covered her mouth, swallowing the shout that was about to escape.
Then, she shot a cold glance at Lu Jihan and whispered, "What are you doing..."
Before she could finish the word "doing," all her words were swallowed by Lu Jihan's lips.
"Mmm... mmm..." Song Yinyin wanted to struggle, but she was worried about waking her son, who was sleeping soundly on the bed, so she didn't dare to struggle violently.
Besides, Lu Jihan's arms were so solid that she couldn't shake his hold at all and had to reluctantly accept his kiss.
Fortunately, his kiss was not aggressive; it was light and gentle, almost cautious. His warm lips pressed against hers were not as repulsive as she imagined.
Instead... she kind of liked it.
