"Mh!" That action became the final straw that broke the camel's back. Dai Ying trembled violently all over, unable to endure it any longer, and let out a suppressed, dry heave. But even so, she only retreated the tiniest fraction, panted hurriedly for two breaths, and then immediately and unwillingly, with even greater eagerness, pressed back up.
It was as if she feared that this hard-earned delicacy might slip away from her lips.
"Big Brother Qinchen, delicious," Dai Ying mumbled incoherently, her voice trembling slightly from extreme excitement and physical discomfort, and continued, "Yingying wants more, wants to eat more."
As she spoke, she continued greedily eating the baguette.
Just as Dai Ying was immersed in this ultimate experience, enjoying the baguette, that door which ought to have been tightly shut pushed open without any warning. This time, what came from the doorway was no longer a young maiden's coy cooing or resentment, but a pressure as solid and heavy as a mountain, as vast and boundless as an ocean.
The instant this presence appeared, the once dissolute and amorous air within the entire room seemed to freeze instantly, and even the dim lamplight appeared to dim by a fraction on its own account.
Bai Qinchen's action of stroking the top of Dai Ying's head paused slightly. His lazy and cozy expression did not change in the slightest, and he did not even lift his eyelids; only the hint of a satisfied smile at the corner of his lips deepened with a touch of playfulness.
As for Dai Ying, who was wholeheartedly burying herself in hard work, she was startled so badly by this sudden presence that her whole body shuddered, and she subconsciously prepared to raise her head. Yet Bai Qinchen's palm applied a fraction more force, pressing her