It seemed like she never had the chance to see him completely naked. However, just by feeling him this way, she could tell that Mo Jingshen was definitely of high-quality.
At the thought that this man was hers, and only hers, she became even more excited and used both her hands and feet to bother him.
“Put your hands down.” It was as though he was putting up with a little student, sternly taking away the medicine box she was blocking in case she knocked it over.
Just as he shifted the medicine box to the bedside cabinet, Ji Nuan clambered off the bed unsteadily and threw herself at him. She wrapped her arms around him from behind, rubbing her hot little face around his back; her voice carried some urgency as she cried.
She suddenly reached out and pushed aside the medicine box he placed on the table, squeezing forward to his front. As though she had gone wild, she bit onto his collars, her hands moving about his body as she kissed his chin.
In the next moment, Ji Nuan was abruptly thrown on the bed. She had yet to react when she heard Mo Jingshen gritting his teeth as he spoke hoarsely into her ears, “Little vixen.”
Right after his words landed, she heard the sound of a belt landing on the floor.
The woman’s dress, the man’s suit pants, dress shirt—they were on the ground, mixing.
The man covered her body, heat stirring up in his black eyes.
The touch of his hot palms caused her entire body to melt. Her gaze was shiny, passionate, and quivering.
A low chuckle reverberated from Mo Jingshen’s chest.
She wanted to ask what he was laughing about when suddenly, without hesitation, the man roughly entered her—
Ji Nuan’s two hands held onto his shoulders. She was unable to adjust fast enough and weakly whimpered. Her voice was like that of a kitten, charming and soft. Her hoarse voice affected the man’s sanity…
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In the morning, Ji Nuan awoke and abruptly opened her eyes. The sky had already turned bright for a while.
In the unfamiliar room, a bright light filtered in through the windows. She slowly sat up, looking at the light grey, men’s shirt she was wearing. She felt that the air still carried a hint of Mo Jingshen’s light scent.
Although this was not the Yu Garden, she vaguely remembered that last night Mo Jingshen had carried her into the bathroom to shower. Since there were no women’s clothing here, he gave her one of his shirts instead.
The sleeves were long, covering the back of her hands and only allowing a bit of her fingers to poke through.
Based on the size, this shirt belonged to Mo Jingshen.
She replayed in her mind every detail of the night before.
From the bedroom to the living room, from the bed to the couch and then to the bathroom and back to the bed.
In the end, she went from being clingy to being completely under his mercy and losing control of herself…
It was hard to imagine if Mo Jingshen had not arrived in time last night, how long would she had been able to keep fighting in her weak state.
“Awake?” The man suddenly asked from the door with a clear and pleasant tone.
Ji Nuan’s head rose. She saw Mo Jingshen’s silhouette appear and disappear past the door, his voice calling, “Come out and eat breakfast.”
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