Ou Mingxuan wrapped his arms around Qin Mengying in front of the three of them, without any hesitation.
Having just finished showering, her hair was wet, and water droplets dripped onto her body, as Qin Mengying resignedly let him rub against her like a large dog.
Ou Mingxuan picked up her hand, exaggeratedly blowing air on it, "Wife, does it hurt? From now on, leave this kind of thing to me!"
After noticing the redness and swelling on her cheeks, Ou Mingxuan's gaze suddenly turned cold, "So, you came over so late just to trouble my woman?"
As soon as he spoke, the three became flustered since it was definitely not a good time to anger Ou Mingxuan.
"You two should go back now! Haven't you embarrassed us enough?" Zhao Fuheng's old face flushed red.
