Her heart suddenly jumped to her throat, and she was overcome with panic.
"Eat this, and I'll tell you, okay?" The man pushed the sausage in his hand towards her.
Mu Yin didn't have time to think; she bit into it passively.
But it was a bit large, and her cheeks were stuffed full; plus, without being cut, her tender pink lips wrapped around it.
Bo Fengheng's eyes suddenly darkened with understanding.
He couldn't help but roll his adam's apple, feeling his mouth go dry.
He knew all too well how soft those lips were, as tender as a newborn's, soft and dewy.
If she could wrap her lips around him like that, it would probably feel not bad at all...
A jolt of lightning shot through his lower abdomen.
"I've finished eating..." Mu Yin had no idea what wicked things he was thinking, and she struggled to chew a few times before swallowing.
The man snapped back to reality and promptly discarded the knife and fork in his hands.
