"Open your mouth!" Leng Lengye suddenly lost his patience and said through gritted teeth while glaring at Xia Wumo.

Xia Wumo glanced at his deep, fire-breathing eyes, which were as calm as still water. It was as if he was like air, invisible and intangible. Minding his own business, he leisurely gathered up his brand new black silk nightgown and jumped out of bed barefoot.

Her bare white feet felt so comfortable on the red plush carpet. The tea set shone brightly under the dim light. After pouring a cup of black tea, Xia Wumo flipped through a few pages of ancient books.

The profile at this time was so soft and beautiful. Leng Lengye looked at her profile infatuatedly, and suddenly an evil smile appeared.

"Since you don't open your mouth, I won't feed you with a spoon!" The arc of the corners of Leng Lengye's mouth slowly widened, and he threw the spoon in the bowl through the open window with a harmless look on his face.

Xia Wumo didn't understand what he meant by this, and just turned around to ask. In the blink of an eye, Leng Lengye had moved next to her. In a flash of lightning, Leng Lengye poured all the porridge he just drank into Xia Wumo's mouth.

He held the back of her head and forced her to swallow the porridge.

At the corner of the window, a red skirt quietly leaked out.

Sister Matcha smiled evilly and put down the digital camera hanging around her neck. She covered her flushed cheeks with her hands, looked at them shyly, and murmured to herself, "Young people nowadays are so open-minded! It's really... ugh ugh!

So shy!”.

"Sex!" He said, while his feet were not idle, Xia Wumo's thunderous kick hit between Leng Ye's legs. His grandma, eat her tofu, she Xia Wumo will make him spend the rest of his life.

Living in pain.

Leng Lengye reacted suddenly, but also a moment later. Xia Wumo's invincible white feet still touched it by a few millimeters.

The cold Ye Junyan became extremely distorted in the next second, wishing to cut her into pieces, and growled angrily, "I didn't expect you have such a hobby, you like to kick that part of a man with your bare feet."

Her face turned red, like a cooked shrimp. After a few seconds, Xia Wumo pretended to be extremely calm, and smiled brightly, and said slowly, "It's okay, I prefer to kick it."

I will become disabled. That way, I will feel very happy!"

Leng Lengye only felt that this smile was simply the Rakshasa smile when an angel degenerated into a demon, "Damn it! Do you think that's all I have? Then you are totally wrong...".

As he stepped forward, Xia Wumo was thrown to the ground, and Leng Lengye's tall and slender body pressed hard on her, as if it was punishment for her.

He continued to smile evilly, but became more angry.

Holding Xia Wumo's hands with one hand, he pinched Xia Wumo's smooth chin with the other hand, "Haha...do you regret kicking me?".

Xia Wumo's whole body squirmed under the cold night, as if trying to break away from this blushing and heart-pounding posture. Not to be outdone, she hit back at him, "I'm sorry, you idiot! You still want me to kick you? You're not a sadist, please let go."

Fire me! Otherwise, I will cut off your descendants!".

"Tsk, tsk, tsk... Such cruel words. Then give me a son first before we cut off your children!" The cold night eyes were full of tenderness, which made Xia Wumo feel a little overwhelmed for a moment. Was it a dream? How could he show up?

This look?...
Chapter completed!