Squeak, at this moment, the door was pushed open, and the sound of Song Yanan's footsteps came from the small Mystic Gate.
"Don't talk." Sophie frowned slightly and forcefully pushed Lin Mu's exposed head back.
"I..." Lin Mu was about to express his dissatisfaction when he saw her body move forward slightly. A pair of snow-white thighs spread open to each side, clamping his head, and then the bath towel that had fallen on the floor was also placed on top of his head.
The slippery skin pressed tightly against his cheeks, and a peculiar fragrance lingered around. Although he couldn't see anything, the pure sensory stimulation made Lin Mu tremble with excitement, instantly forgetting his previous grievances.
"Sister Nan, still not asleep?"
"I got up for a cup of water and happened to pass by your room. I heard some noise and came in to check." Song Yanan's concerned voice sounded: "Is it that scoundrel Lin Mu causing trouble outside and waking you up?"
