"Wan... Sister Wan..."
Just as his cheeks flushed and his eyes showed a hint of bitterness, he suddenly noticed that Chu Wan was still kneeling on one knee on the ground. He quickly put down the milk bottle and pulled Chu Wan up.
He led Chu Wan to sit on the single sofa he had been sitting on, and suddenly felt that he had nowhere to sit.
Meeting Chu Wan's calm gaze, his eyes flickered slightly, he gritted his teeth, and then used both hands to pull Chu Wan's slender legs, kneeling face to face on her lap.
Don't ask him who he learned this pose from; everyone knows.
His hands nervously and gently pinched the ends of Chu Wan's slightly curled hair, his eyes darting away as he murmured:
"Sister Wan, give me a hug."
Her beautiful eyes flickered slightly, and Chu Wan reached out and hugged him without hesitation.
With his head resting lightly on Chu Wan's shoulder, Yun Mo felt the sweet fragrance emanating from her body, and the words of Ai Ruoman involuntarily flashed through his mind.
Wan Jie didn't resist being close to him.
He secretly encouraged himself, gently struggled to get up from Chu Wan's embrace, and looked at Chu Wan with a shy and hesitant gaze.
"Sister Wan, I...I want to kiss you."
The rich, milky scent of his breath brushed against Chu Wan's delicate face, causing her calm, beautiful eyes to darken slightly.
Her gaze swept over the baby bottle that Yunmo had placed on the table. Suddenly, she reached out and took it, shaking it gently at Yunmo, her voice tinged with a barely perceptible huskiness.
"Want some more?"
Yunmo paused for a moment, then his gaze became somewhat somber and trembling.
"drink……"
The next second, he suddenly heard Chu Wan say, "Open your mouth."
Looking up, he saw her suddenly lower her head, take a sip of milk from the straw he had just drunk from, and instantly reach out to grab his head, leaning over him.
Her soft lips, carrying his favorite milky scent, pressed against his small mouth. Yunmo's eyes widened instantly, and a blush spread from his face to his ears.
Then, he involuntarily opened his mouth, feeling the scent of his first night and milk mingling and invading his mouth, becoming intoxicated by it.
In the distance, the people around the dining table peeked out and watched from afar with smiles on their faces.
Lu Zhufeng grinned mischievously at Xiao Wujie: "Wouldn't you call this a case of the son following in his father's footsteps? I think your disciple will most likely end up down there too."
Xiao Wujie blushed slightly in front of him, which was rare for him. Did he really look that much like the one below?
Looking at the scene in the living room, Leng Ruxue couldn't help but smack her lips with a hint of envy. So sweet.
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
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