Chapter 119 The Bloodthirsty Admiral Who Keeps a Mistress in a Golden House (48)

Chu Yuan asked in confusion, "Where are you going?"

Huo Jin: "The baby is hungry, go and express milk for the baby."

Chu Yuan struggled a little, "No, can't I just feed her directly? It's so troublesome to squeeze it out every time."

As soon as she finished speaking, Huo Jin looked at her with pleading and resentful eyes.

His eyes were naturally beautiful, like bright pearls with a hint of allure. When he was angry, they were frightening, but when he smiled, they were captivating, like a hook that made people lose their bearings.

Chu Yuan made up her mind every time, but when she encountered this kind of look, she still fell for it and softened her heart every time.

And so, he obediently took the porcelain bowl and went into the inner hall.

Her blouse was unbuttoned, and a white peach-shaped nipple bounced out from one side.

It's hard to hold hands, let alone with one hand.

The small red dates are tender with a hint of red, delicate and luscious, trembling as if extending a warm invitation.

Chu Yuan sat on the couch, holding a bowl in one hand and kneading it with the other.

The milk was plentiful, beautiful in color, and silky smooth like flowing water. Chu Yuan was concentrating on her work when suddenly, footsteps came. She instinctively tried to pull up her clothes, but in her haste, she not only failed to cover anything but also spilled the large bowl of milk she had just painstakingly squeezed!

A large area was scattered on the ground.

Chu Yuan felt heartbroken. It wasn't that she felt sorry for her, but rather that she had squeezed in for quite a long time!

Then, arms crossed and huffing, she said, "Huo Jin, please tell me you're coming in! You scared me!"

Huo Jin slowly approached the young woman with rosy cheeks and a slightly blushing face.

With a teasing tone, she said, "Yuan'er is so strange. In this bedchamber, besides you and me, who else could there be? What's there to be afraid of? Hmm?"

Or perhaps, Yuan'er wasn't afraid, but rather shy?

"It's been so long since the wedding, we've seen each other, touched each other, and kissed, why is she still so shy? Could it be that while Yuan'er is preparing food for the baby, she's thinking about something else entirely?"

A series of meaningful questions made Chu Yuan even more embarrassed.

She couldn't utter a single word, but her eyes hardened. In Huo Jin's eyes, however, she exuded a charming and alluring aura.

He half-squatted down, picked up the porcelain bowl from the stool, and looked up. "Alright, alright, I know I was wrong. Yuan'er has worked hard. I shouldn't have let Yuan'er's efforts go to waste. Let go of my hand. The mistake I made has made me suffer this hardship."

Chu Yuan, “!”

"I..." Huo Jin sealed her words of refusal with her lips.