Slender fingers trailed along the collar, smoothing the wrinkles on the shirt before he turned and walked out with composed ease.
Shen Cheng stood still, feeling a bit annoyed.
He came just to bite her, to kiss her, to touch her?
Wen Wan walked in at this moment, noticing the blush on Shen Cheng's face and couldn't help but laugh, "Xiao Yu dropped by?"
"Yeah," Shen Cheng pointed to her slightly reddened lips, "He bit me, then left."
"Such a big vinegar jar."
Wen Wan knew her son well; not to mention his own brothers, even his own son might easily stir up his possessiveness over his wife.
Once he meets, likes, loves, and can't leave someone, it's for life.
He never allows anyone else to covet what's his.
It was half-past eleven.
Shen Cheng was helping Wen Wan prepare lunch in the kitchen, while Shi Yu and Feng Jiu Mei were having a drinking contest on the balcony of the living room.
