"Whimper, whimper, whimper..."
In front of the room door, Xia Hongye knelt on the ground, gripping the rigid Iron Pestle in one hand and ceaselessly moving her small mouth back and forth over it.
Her clumsy movements coupled with the plaintive look in her eyes made Lin Fan's heart itch.
"You're comfortable now, aren't you… you pervert. Everyone else says take care and gives their blessings when seeing someone off, but you want it like this!"
Feeling her cheeks already turning sore, Xia Hongye finally stood up and slid the Iron Pestle back into his pants.
"So, next time I come, will you still provide me with this service?"
Wrapping his arms around Xia Hongye's willful waist, although she always talked tough, her body was very honest. Her various movements, although shy, still satisfied him—Lin Fan naturally understood this special affection of hers.
"Yes, yes, yes… just go already, remember to be careful!"
