"Okay, you're truly my treasure of a daughter, you did wonderfully, Mom will definitely reward Xinxin well when she's back, okay, Mom has to hang up now, let's kiss."
Afterward, she blew a kiss towards the phone, then heard her little daughter returning the gesture with a smack through the receiver; the bond between mother and daughter was both warm and beautiful.
Watching Ji Yao purse her rosy lips and hearing that spirited kiss sound,
Lu Jincheng suddenly felt his mouth go dry and was desperate for that kiss to be on his face, to be his own.
Just one glance and a fire started in his lower belly, slowly spreading throughout his body.
Lu Jincheng realized something was amiss, clenched his legs together, and covered up his reaction.
But internally, he cursed himself, feeling like he was regressing, how could he think about competing with Xinxin, a little girl, for affection? And it was just the action of a pursed kiss, how could it make him react so quickly?