"Let me do it," Mo Siyu kissed her lips, feeling the spot where they were bitten, and felt even more distressed. He lifted her clothes, his gaze was not flirtatious at all, as if he was doing something immensely sacred.
In the quiet room, the only sound was Mo Siyu's sucking. It wasn't like he was extracting milk for a child, because he wasn't using any force, just like their usual intimacy, which made Tang Yue glance at him repeatedly.
Mo Siyu's dark eyes gazed at her. Suddenly, he applied some force, and Tang Yue furrowed her eyebrows in pain. She couldn't help but gasp softly, clearly feeling that there was milk on this side now.
"Does it feel less uncomfortable now?" Mo Siyu smiled with pursed lips, his dark eyes seemingly sparkling with bits of starlight, looking as if he wanted to be praised.
"Si Yu, are you done? Zaozao and Chenchen are hungry." Mo Xiaolin's voice came from outside the door.
