Chapter 6
As soon as Sun Taoxiang’s finger went in, the front door was pushed open and Wu Xiaohong came back yelling,
"Mom, I’m back. Is the food in the pot? I’ll go heat it up."
Sun Taoxiang jolted, hastily pulled her finger out, dragging a glistening thread with it.
She coughed and said, "Oh, it’s in the pot. Check if it’s cold, if it is then heat it up."
Right after, she hurriedly grabbed a tissue to wipe her finger and her peach blossom.
Only then, she pulled up her pants with a sense of loss, and walked out of the bathroom.
But Wu Xiaohong had already bounced into the kitchen, lifted the lid, and seeing the food was still steaming, she laughed, "It’s still hot, I’m eating then."
Wu Xiaohong brought out the food and dug in with delight.
Sun Taoxiang stood at the doorway, feeling a bit empty, leaning on the door frame and watching Wu Xiaohong.
She was puzzled—she could be sure today was Wu Xiaohong’s first time.
And Wu Song’s thing was wild and fierce—she’d experienced it herself.
By rights, Wu Xiaohong should have been limping in pain after being deflowered by something like that.