He tried hard not to let himself be devoured by the little bun, wanting to turn the tables and devour it instead.
"Mm!"
Zhou Hengguang couldn't suppress a moan that was embarrassingly heart-racing, Qingqing's enthusiasm had an overwhelming influence on him, far beyond what he had anticipated.
This won't do!
Zhou Hengguang suddenly let go of Su Qing and scooped her up horizontally.
"Little bun, what are you doing?" The little bun was indeed bewitching.
"Not here," Zhou Hengguang said as he carried Su Qing outside.
"Where... where are we going? I want to go... go home." Su Qing leaned against Zhou Hengguang's chest, her words blurred and ceaseless. At this moment, she even forgot about wanting the little bun and clung tightly to his clothes, crying to go home.
"We're going home, we'll go home and Qingqing can have the little bun, okay?" A flame danced in the man's eyes behind his glasses.