Love after Marriage

ADDICTION

　Ambiguity grows wildly like a vine, moistening things silently at first, but becoming thrilling in the later stage, like a surging wave, shaking the earth when it hits.

　　It makes people feel helpless.

　　Wen Qian's already flushed face became even redder as Shang Mo approached her. The sweet and sticky scent in the air was rising, and the crisp woody fragrance on the man seemed to be even stronger.

　When I smelled it carefully, my throat felt itchy.

　　Wen Qian suppressed her discomfort and stepped back slightly until her back rested against the back of the chair. She felt the heat through her clothes.

　　She didn't know if it was the heat that burned her heart, or his scorching breath that disturbed her heart, but Wen Qian's fingers began to tremble inexplicably, and her fingertips curled up to ease her turbulent emotions.

　　The effect is not obvious, my heartbeat is still very fast.

　　Her cheeks were even hotter than before. She pursed her lips and said in a coquettish voice, "...you're too close."

　　She couldn't even breathe.

　　"Close?" Shang Mo didn't know whether it was intentional or not, but instead of retreating, he moved closer, his thin lips fell beside her ear, and his hot breath wandered along her earlobe.

　　The tingling sensation seeped from her pink earlobe into the deepest part of her ear, making her panic.

　　"Well, closer." Wen Qian was wrapped in the heat. Her already soft and weak body became even softer, as if it were made of water. A light touch softened her heart.

　　She pursed her lips and swallowed, her sparkling eyes falling on Shang Mo's face. Before she could say anything to refuse, her breath was taken away by his deep gaze.

　　The rise and fall of the chest slowed down, and a feeling of suffocation followed.

　　She would feel comfortable as long as they opened their lips, but she didn't dare to do so because his lips had already moved in front of hers and they would touch each other as long as she moved.

　　Perhaps realizing this, Shang Mo stopped right in front of him and did not speak.

　　The ambiguity turned into a tug of war, with entanglements and hooks. He moved closer and she retreated, she didn't move, and he waited.

　　The strategy of sitting back and waiting was successful. Wen Qian couldn't bear it anymore, so she opened her lips and took a deep breath, and her lips touched Shang Mo's while she was trembling.

　　Before coming, Mrs. Shang warned Shang Mo to restrain himself and not to scare the little girl. Shang Mo took this to heart and suppressed all his emotions.

　　But this time it wasn't him who provoked her first, it was her, so he... doesn't have to endure it anymore.

　　With his slender hands on both sides of her body, Shang Mo took the initiative the moment her lips touched his. In the end, kissing is something that should be controlled by the man.

　　With the idea came action. He trapped her with his body, holding her in his arms and deepening the kiss.

　　The sound of their fusion spread all around, accompanied by a charming gasp. There was no collision of teeth, but it was more intoxicating than any previous time.

　　He coaxed her patiently, taking his time and proceeding step by step.

　　It's hard to control one's emotions. One wants to retreat but is deeply attracted to it. One wants to reject it but can't help but welcome it.