Muchu flute's back was stiff and his fingers curled up nervously.

Maybe the light is too gentle, or his voice has lost its usual coolness, Mu Chudi did not refuse.

Slow as a snail, pulling up the nightdress and revealing only cotton pants.

Suddenly, the quilt covered the area below her belly.

Only her belly was exposed to the air.

Huo Miao stooped slightly and pasted it on Mu Chudi's belly.

Small embryos should not react.

I don't know if it's his illusion or not. It seems that I can hear the movement inside.

A sense of instant gratification fills the heart. Is that what it feels like to be...