"Awake?" Huo Yuhao smiled as he arranged the dishes on the table. "Go wash up first. We were just waiting for you two to eat."
By the bedroom door, Wang Dong'er and Zhu Lu still looked sleepy, but the sight of the food on the table and the aroma drifting through the air instantly whetted their appetites, making their eyes open wider.
Wang Dong'er curiously glanced around. "Where's Sister Xiaotao?"
"In the kitchen," Huo Yuhao answered, setting down a plate before heading back into the kitchen.
The two women nodded and quickly went to wash up.
"Both of them up?" In the kitchen, Ma Xiaotao glanced at Huo Yuhao as he walked back in, but her eyes soon widened.
There was a hint of aggression in Huo Yuhao's gaze. He stepped forward, pulled Ma Xiaotao straight into his arms, lifted her smooth chin with his index finger, and kissed her red lips.
The kitchen was less than seven meters from the living room, and they could already hear Wang Dong'er and Zhu Lu chatting as they ate.
After greedily savoring Ma Xiaotao's sweet, fragrant lips, Huo Yuhao suddenly felt a hard pinch at his waist. He hissed and finally stopped invading that candied sweetness.
"It's early in the morning. Behave yourself." Ma Xiaotao shot Huo Yuhao an annoyed look.
"That's not what you said last night, Sis." Huo Yuhao teased. He had taken Ma Xiaotao three times last night.
As her memories returned to the intimate scenes that had unfolded in the bathroom, Ma Xiaotao's face instantly flushed crimson. Gritting her teeth, she whispered, "You're still talking? I nearly collapsed from exhaustion yesterday, and you still wouldn't let me off."
Huo Yuhao gave an awkward laugh, then asked with concern, "Does it still hurt?"
"I'm a Soul Douluo, after all.