บท 386: Cooking for father-in-law

Mo Yuhan gently kissed her forehead as she leaned into his embrace.

On the king-sized bed, their bodies were enveloped in the warmth of the moment as they laid there, naked, hugging each other.

She lazily snuggled closer to him, putting her leg on his thighs, "Didn't you say we'll do it once… once?" She murmured in a hoarse voice.

But instead of sounding funny, it sounded sexy to his ears.

His member twitched twice before standing up once again as it poked her entrance.

She gasped in disbelief, "You…You…I can't…"

His lips twitched, "Since you can speak so well, you will be able to go for a few more rounds."

She pursed her lips, "No… I really can't," She pitifully mumbled against his chest.

She wondered if he was here for work or a honeymoon. These days, they were cooped up in their room having each other as their meals again and again.