Lu Sinian directly ignored him, pulling Ji Niandong’s hand and placing it on his chest, "Sister Tongtong, I’m the best piano player in our class, no one in our class can play ’Swan Lake’ with , the teacher said if I wanted to, I could enter the competition directly, but I don’t care! The person who matches with the best in this world is you, why didn’t you wait for ?!"
"In that case, you’ll have to wait at least eighteen years!" Lu Beichen added.
Lu Sinian’s face turned so ugly he was about to cry!
Ji Niandong shot Lu Beichen a look, then patted Lu Sinian’s head, comforting him softly, "You have a connection with Sister Tongtong, which proves we’re fated, so we’re family now!"
"Hmph, but you’ve beco Mr. Lu’s wife, not mine!" Lu Sinian glared at Lu Beichen, very dissatisfied.
"Don’t worry, even if you wait eighty years, your Sister Tongtong can never be your wife!" Lu Beichen said calmly.
Lu Sinian suddenly stood up, huffing angrily as he twisted his little butt and headed downstairs.
Ji Niandong got up wanting to chase after him, but turned back and said, "Why do you always bicker with a child? He’s your own son!"
He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, speaking with a sense of mischief, "But I’m your own husband, why are you scolding ?"
With his sudden affectionate gesture, Ji Niandong’s heart started pounding fiercely, "How did I?!"
"Didn’t you?" He leaned down to gently nibble on her earlobe, making her tremble sensitively.
Last night, he discovered that this was definitely her sensitive spot.
"Little... Little Uncle, don’t do that!" Ji Niandong shrank back, feeling both tingly and itchy.
Not only did he not listen, but his restless hand also wandered freely across her body, "Not like this, then how about like this?"
His hand exerted a gentle pressure on her front.
"Mmm..." An involuntary moan was swallowed by his lips.
His thin lips lingered on hers, tasting the sweet pink delicately and deeply.
His restless hand slipped through the thin fabric, reaching directly inside...
"Mr. Lu! You need to give a bath!"
Lu Sinian suddenly burst in, and Ji Niandong almost bounced off, colliding with the piano, making a piercing sound.
She tugged at her disheveled clothes, embarrassedly looking at the man beside her who remained composed.
He still leaned against the piano elegantly, as if nothing had happened just now, except the intense passion on his face gradually faded, turning into a dark expression, openly showing his current anger.
Lu Sinian couldn’t help but shrink his head, nervously asking, "What were you two doing just now?"
Lu Beichen looked at him, asking leisurely, "Didn’t your dad teach you to knock before entering?"
"But, the door wasn’t closed!" Lu Sinian retorted in a small voice, knowing Lu Beichen was angry and didn’t dare to throw a tantrum openly.
Ji Niandong coughed lightly twice, "I’m going to take a bath now, Nian Nian, do you want to co with ?"
"Sure!" Lu Sinian, as if finding a savior, held Ji Niandong’s hand and turned to say, "Mr. Lu, I’ll wait for you in the bathroom to help, mwah!"
Mwah?
Lu Beichen let out a heavy sigh, perhaps this son really takes after his mother!
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