Xia Wanyuan's face heated up. "Get up and eat. I'm hungry."
"Mm, I'm hungry too." Just as Jun Shiling finished speaking, he retracted his long arm, and the cold pine fragrance opened Xia Wanyuan's mouth, plundering inside.
After a while, Jun Shiling moved away. His heavy breathing sprayed into Xia Wanyuan's ear. Without needing Xia Wanyuan to say anything, Jun Shiling had already lifted the blanket and started to put on his clothes. If this continued, he would not be able to resist.
God knew how wonderful Xia Wanyuan's taste was.
Xia Wanyuan wanted to get out of bed, but Jun Shiling, who was dressed, walked over with Xia Wanyuan's clothes. "Don't move, I'll help you."
Women's clothes had very troublesome designs, so Jun Shiling was a little slow. He helped Xia Wanyuan put them on one by one, then took the shoes by the side and squatted on the ground to help her put them on.
