C52 Wash Your Hands for Soup 2

Before Mo Lin'er could say anything, that overbearing kiss fell down. By the time she reacted, Zhong Yuqing's tongue had already pried open her lips.

Mo Lin'er put her arms around Zhong Yuqing's waist. Zhong Yuqing was pressing down on Mo Lin'er's head. After a while, a burnt smell entered Mo Lin'er's nose.

Mo Lin'er left Zhong Yuqing and said, "Uncle, the porridge is done