C424 On Ideal

Song Mu followed the direction of the chopsticks and kissed Jiang Yan'er's tender white hands. His white hands were stained with some soup.

He used the tip of his tongue to wrap her up, and even lightly bit her lips. Jiang Yan'er could not help but push him: "Be more serious!"

Was he eating noodles, or was he eating her?

"Give me some time