In the living room, Ai Tutu flung herself onto the sofa as soon as she came downstairs, her ample breasts mercilessly squashing the little white rabbit plush beneath her, enough to make men envy a stuffed toy.
Her two fair, shapely legs rose and fell behind her. Her delicate feet tensed from time to time, their pearl-like toes curling together or spreading apart, looking quite adorable.
"Tutu, did Mo Xie say what he wanted for dinner?"
Hearing the commotion on the stairs, Mu Nujiao came out of the kitchen. She gave Ai Tutu, who was wriggling on the sofa, a puzzled look and asked.
But Ai Tutu did not seem to hear her. She remained immersed in her own world, twisting her waist and swinging her lovely legs.
"Tutu!"
Smack!
"Mmh~"
A crisp sound rang out the next instant. Ai Tutu felt a slap on her shapely bottom, and a moan escaped her lips.
She lifted her head from the cushion and looked at Mu Nujiao with a bashful expression, asking softly.
"S-Sister Mu, what is it?"
"You... never mind. Tutu, what did Mo Xie say he wanted for dinner?"
Although Ai Tutu was acting a little strangely, Mu Nujiao did not dwell on it and repeated her question.
"Ah... oh, Mo Xie... he said anything was fine."
Ai Tutu's gaze darted about. Realizing she had yet to ask Mo Xie what he wanted to eat, she hurriedly gave the answer he always used.
"Honestly, it's the same every time."
Mu Nujiao sighed, pressing a hand to her forehead. Every time she asked what he wanted to eat, she got that answer. She might as well not ask.
Besides, after cooking for him for so long, she had gradually figured out what Mo Xie liked, so she went into the