He grabbed the hand holding the fork, and forced the other hand back to brace against the sofa. Yu Chiyan held the back of her head and leaned down to kiss her small, full lips.
The sweet fragrance lingered between their lips, while the surrounding air was unbearably hot. When the kiss ended, the man buried his head in her heaving chest, his hot breath seeping through her thin clothes and directly touching Su Yaoyao's sensitive skin.
His seductive voice sent shivers down your spine.
"So sweet."
She rested her chin on the back of the man's head, his thick, soft black hair tickling her. A sweet feeling welled up uncontrollably in Su Yaoyao's heart, followed by a pang of sorrow.
If Yu Chiyan can be so sweet with her, like a couple deeply in love, then what about him and Su Qingqing?
How sweet are they when they can't see each other?
Yu Chiyan was unaware of her thoughts. Su Yaoyao's sweetness captivated him, and a crazy possessiveness secretly arose in his heart. He would never let go of such a sweet Su Yaoyao.
The two, each with their own thoughts, posed intimately and tenderly. The warm sunlight bathed them in a hazy, dreamlike glow, making them as beautiful as an oil painting.
"Oh my, this silly grandson is so sweet when he's in love."
The old lady peeked through the crack in the door, her cloudy old eyes gleaming with a sharp light.
"Zhang Lan, I think I'll be able to hold my great-grandson soon, hehehe..."
Aunt Zhang blushed and tugged at the old lady's sleeve, trying to persuade her.
"Madam, please stop looking! If we're discovered, where will we put our old faces?"
Madam Yu smiled and said, "You said it yourself, it's an old face, put it wherever you want."
Aunt Zhang patted her forehead, looking quite helpless. The lady was truly beyond saving!
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