"Mom, you can come in," Manman called out.
Hearing the voice, Xu Lan pushed the door open and looked at Manman with concern, "How are you, girl? Does your head still hurt?"
"It doesn't hurt anymore. We'll go down for dinner in a bit."
Xu Lan placed the glass of milk on the bedside table, "No rush. If you don't feel like getting up, just sleep a little longer. I won't disturb you two."
It sounded like Xu Lan's words implied that the two of them were just up to something.
After the bedroom door closed, Feng Yi turned to look at the girl, his dark eyes filled with deep affection, "Wife, I think we should hurry up and complete the task mom has given us."
"Feng Yi, let go of me already. Who wants to do that with you? Don't be like this so early in the morning."
Feng Yi's fingertips roamed over Manman's body, wherever they went felt like feathers brushing, an alluring tickle.
