442 TO THE DUNGEON

Mu Lan let out a burp. She leaned back to the sofa and rubbed her belly. "That was so good." She lost count how many times she praised Jing Sheng's culinary skills.

Mu Liang looked at her dotingly. He rubbed her head. "Do you want to take a stroll before you go to the bed?"

Mu Lan nodded. "If I don't then I'll get fat."

Mu Liang chuckled. "It will be good if you become fat. You are too skinny. Sometimes, I feel afraid that I might brake you."

"Hmf, you only think about bed activities. You don't care about me at all." Mu Lan pouted.

Mu Liang leaned closer. He whispered seductively, "If I didn't care about you, I would have ravished you every day, every night." He lightly bit her left ear.

Mu Lan shuddered and held back her moan. With her red face, she glared at him and pushed him aside. "I knew it. You only think about bed activities."

Mu Liang became speechless. He was trying to make her understand that he wasn't as horny as she thought he was. But it was backfired.