Afterward, Ningyan lay her head on his arm and complained, "Zhuo Junyue, I never want to talk to you again."
Zhuo Junyue brushed aside the sweat-dampened, messy strands of hair from her forehead. His mouth curved with a hint of a smile, his expression satisfied, like a well-fed lion lazily basking in the sun on a grassland.
He was ten years older than the little one, so even though he's a bit older now, he still minds this issue.
"Baby, I have to make you understand, age is not a problem, right? Even if your husband is a bit older than you, he can still satisfy you. Didn't you really enjoy it just now? You were clinging tightly to my..."
Before he finished speaking, Ningyan raised her unwilling-to-move fingers to cover his mouth.
"Zhuo Junyue, don't talk."
Zhuo Junyue lightly kissed her palm, causing Ningyan to freeze and quickly pull her hand back. Such shamelessness.
