Duoduo hadn't been as reckless as the princess earlier, and had thoroughly enjoyed being cherished. Now she had eyes for no one but her master. Seeing a space open up on his right, she slipped down to the floor, carried the little wine table over, then nestled beside Xie Jinhuan and raised a cup to Qingmo:
"Don't be angry, Miss Linghu. Have some wine to settle your nerves first."
Linghu Qingmo wasn't angry, merely too ashamed to face anyone. Seeing the wine offered to him, he had intended to accept it.
But his boyfriend was exceedingly considerate. Taking the cup, he said, "I'll feed you." Then he took the strong liquor into his mouth and leaned toward his lips.
"Eh? I don't want... mmm?"
Linghu Qingmo hurriedly tried to dodge, but failed. He could only close his eyes and squirm, his face scarlet.
Seeing this, Zhao Ling secretly reached out to fondle her male favorite again, only to discover that Momo was still quite vigilant. Despite being so mortified that he kept trying to hide, the moment he noticed her sneaking a taste, his hand immediately came down and caught hers, keeping it from wandering.
"Hey?"
Zhao Ling was no meek little thing. She immediately reversed her grip in a grappling hold, then pressed Momo's hand onto the place he shunned like snakes and scorpions, guiding him through the exercise.
"Mmm?!"
Linghu Qingmo flushed all the way down his neck with shame. He twisted a few times, trying to struggle, but these two blackhearted martial artists still held him fast.
After enduring this helpless mortification for a while, he instead buried his face against Xie Jinhuan's chest and played the ostrich without a sound.
With someone in each arm, Xie Jinhuan nearly took flight on the spot when he saw