Bai Qinchen slowly straightened up. He did not look at Lie Yan who had already lost her wits on the ground, but instead turned his head and gently patted Xiao Wu's slightly trembling delicate shoulders due to tension, a hint of a playful smile hooking the corner of his soft lips as he said in a gentle voice, "Come, help me clean up."
He slightly leaned forward, closing in on Xiao Wu's blushing ear, his scorching breath spraying against her sensitive auricle.
Clean it up, and it will be your turn to play.
This sentence, carrying both a command and a promise, made Xiao Wu's whole body tremble, her long eyelashes fluttering frantically like startled butterfly wings.
Her small hands and anticipation fought a fierce battle in her heart, but in the end, that obedience originating from the depths of her soul took the upper hand. Without the slightest resistance, she only shyly lowered her head, obediently and docilely slowly squatting down her body.
That baguette, at this moment, was still stained with the scorching magma belonging to Lie Yan and Bai Qinchen's own thick syrup, emitting a strange and heart-palpitating mixed aura.
Xiao Wu's white, delicate hands trembled slightly, yet she grasped it with unusual firmness.
The searing temperature coming from his palm made her dizzy enough to almost faint, but thinking of the previous pleasure, an inexplicable courage surged from the bottom of her heart.
She raised her mist-blurred eyes, looking timidly at Bai Qinchen.
Bai Qinchen was lowering his head to look down at her, the playful smile at the corner of his lips undiminished, yet his gaze held a few more points of encouragement and approval.
This gaze was like a shot of adrenaline.
Xiao Wu took a deep breath, hesitating no longer.
Her small mouth