"Master, this way Mao Mao won't see it, right?"
Little Ling Meng finished buttoning up the top button of her cheongsam in front of the mirror, then turned around to let Lin Shuang check.
On the fair and delicate neck of the young girl, one could see the edge of the cheongsam's collar bearing a faint red mark.
Lin Shuang smiled and reached out a finger to part her collar, revealing the complete, bright and plump strawberry mark.
With the girl's breathing, the fresh strawberry that was still throbbing became even more tempting for Lin Shuang to take another bite.
"No more nibbling! Master, you look so happy!"
"After all, it is my masterpiece…"
Little Ling Meng, hands on her hips, tapped her little foot, "Master, you're quite proud of yourself!"
Lin Shuang spread his hands, "I've deliberately restrained myself~"
At this, Little Ling Meng hugged her 'airport-strip' with red cheeks, tactically leaning back as the chair slid out a bit, "Master, you still say that!"
