To be honest, the moment she saw that suddenly flushed face of Jian Anning's, what could Shen Lanxiao not understand? She was a bit speechless herself—she really hadn't expected, hadn't expected that her own son and daughter-in-law were actually playing this… fiercely. Whether she said something or not felt wrong, she struggled for ages, then finally coughed lightly: "Well, um, even though… but… you still need to pay attention to your body."
Jian Anning's face was burning red; how would she dare say anything against it? She just dropped her head and nodded, her nose practically wanting to touch the floor.
These bedroom matters, Shen Lanxiao was embarrassed to lecture her too much. And besides, it wasn't the old days anymore; the little married couple could play however they wanted, as long as they didn't take it outside the marriage, it was already good.
