C319 Feeding?

"Think about it." The corner of Shan Jiang's mouth curled up slightly, and ambiguously went close to Wen Quanxi's ear. Breathing out a mouthful of hot air, she said: "How can I make up for my injured little heart."

Wen Quanxi's face reddened, and said weakly: "I already had that last night, you don't need it this early in the morning, right?"

"Then