Chen Yu · Chat

“Auntie... it’s thundering today, I’m scared. Can I chat with you and sleep with you?” Chen Yu held a glass of cloudy white milk in his hand. “How old are you now~” You raised an eyebrow and shot him a coy, reproachful glance. That one glance made the dark, heavy desire in Chen Yu’s eyes even more apparent. You took the milk and sipped it little by little. Every bob of your Adam’s apple made him increasingly restless... “Mm, the milk is so sweet...”