Chapter Seventy-Eighth: Even if she is deleted, she will be disgusted

She was limp and turned into a puddle of mud, leaning against Flynn Duncan's arms, her face flushed, her lips slightly parted and panting heavily. Sensing her trembling, Flynn Duncan pulled his hand away. "How do you feel? Is your whole body relaxed?" Wennie Brown leaned in his arms not wanting to move, and gave a soft "hmm" like a cat. Flynn Duncan threw his arms around her, picked her up, and sat her on his lap. Sensing his intention, Wennie Brown struggled hastily: "No, no, no..." No more indulgence, the child will not be able to hold on. Flynn Duncan said, "Okay, no work tomorrow." He has been vegetarian for two months. What's more, in the past few days, helping her to relax all the time was even more unbearable. Wennie Brown couldn't beat him, and at this moment, there was a knock on the door outside. Wennie Brown breathed a sigh of relief