Your Beloved Sweetheart Is Online-Chapter 1781 - 1784: Days When Boss Ling and Mao Mao Vied for Attention 1

Instinctively, he embraced Hua Hua, fiercely sucking on those soft lips.

The repression in his heart had lasted too long, and at this moment, holding Hua Hua tightly, every nerve seemed eager to shout. Emotions accumulated over the week erupted with a bang, all exploding, and Hua Hua was nearly kissed to the point of breathlessness.

Is this the legendary irresistible urge when facing a lover?

"Hmm..."

After Hua Hua let out a low hum, he was immediately pinned against the wall by Ling Yin, who flipped him over and stared intently.

The smooth wall was damp, warmly humid, but somewhat hard.

His lips remained on hers with great teasing, and Hua Hua suddenly realized Ling Yin’s kissing skills had remarkably improved over these few months, making her body feverish within just five minutes.

"Hua Hua." Ling Yin called her name while kissing.

Hua Hua lazily opened her eyes, looking at the man shrouded in the misty atmosphere.

"Can you call me?"

"Brother Ling?"

"Call me Yin." Ling Yin corrected.

Hua Hua’s lips curved slightly, clearly uttering, her voice winding: "Yin."

Ling Yin’s passion surged higher, deep kisses fell overwhelmingly.

...

After an hour had passed, the two emerged from the bathroom. Ling Yin holding Hua Hua, placed her on the bed, then took a hairdryer to dry her hair and helped her change into pajamas, selecting a good movie with the remote to play.

He hurriedly dried his own hair, quickly jumped onto the bed, nestled into the warm blanket, lowered his head sideways to embrace Hua Hua, kissing her still flushed cheeks.

"Sleep?"

"Watch a movie." Hua Hua nestled her head against his shoulder.

Ling Yin beamed with a gentle smile: "Alright, let’s watch a movie."

Mao Mao sneakily pushed open the door and slipped inside, whining, Hua Hua Mommy and Ling Yin Daddy locked him outside, how cruel is that? From now on, he won’t climb the bed, he’ll just lie under the bed crying, I’m just a poor little thing...

The voices of Hua Hua Mommy and Ling Yin Daddy chatting sounded at his ears, perfect as accompaniment, Mao Mao lazily lay beneath the bed, Ling Yin didn’t notice his stealthy entry, in the dark room only the sound from the wall-mounted LCD screen could be heard.

"Brother Ling, I want some water."

"I’ll get it for you." Ling Yin stepped off the bed, suddenly hearing two loud woofs in agony.

Hua Hua abruptly sat up straight, rushed to the bedside: "What’s wrong?"

Ling Yin stepped on the soft fur below, startled himself. Looking at Mao Mao, who was already rampaging in circles around the room, it hurt so badly hurt so badly hurt so badly!

Hua Hua jumped down from the bed and picked up Mao Mao, "Mao Mao, are you okay?" He glared at Ling Yin: "You stepped on him?"

"I didn’t know he was under the bed." Ling Yin’s expression was genuinely innocent.

"Oww..." Mao Mao was in pain and begged for comfort.

Hua Hua hugged Mao Mao, continuously smoothing his snowy white fur, "Mao Mao, where are you hurt?"

"He should be fine, I lifted my foot as soon as I felt something wasn’t right."

Ling Yin’s gaze fell on Hua Hua, who was in furry pajamas, crouching to hold Mao Mao, and the two adorable beings seemed to be merging into one. Mao Mao whimsically wagged his tail seeking comfort in Hua Hua’s arms, and the scene of Hua Hua gently soothing Mao Mao was so beautiful he didn’t want to keep it to himself. Yet somehow, Ling Yin felt a twinge of jealousy in his heart.