Fu Nancheng lowered his gaze slightly, only to feel a pair of small hands gently threading through his hair, extraordinarily gentle.
Her movents were light, so it felt like she was continuously tantalizing him, making him feel that nothing is ever enough...
The bathroom was filled with steam, making everything soft and blurry.
Watching him busy, but he seed a bit dazed.
Wasn’t sure if it was because she thought his leg was injured because of her and therefore cared for him, or because... she truly cared about him.
Qiao Mo turned her head and turned on the shower; in no ti, the water ca down in torrents.
She rolled up her sleeves a bit more, but inevitably, her nightdress got wet.
Carefully washed the foam off his head, then turned around intending to find a towel.
Fu Nancheng turned his head to look at the woman beside him; the light pink cotton long-sleeved nightdress on her was a bit loose.
But at this mont, with quite so water stains on it, it was easy to see her waistline and the off-white underwear.
His Adam’s apple moved slightly, a bit of heat rose in his lower abdon.
Really didn’t know who was being tornted.
Finally couldn’t resist, stretched out a long arm and pulled her over...
Qiao Mo slipped, directly falling towards him, being steadily pressed onto his thigh, and then his kiss ca fiercely.
Qiao Mo instinctively wanted to struggle to get up, but he firmly held her waist, leaving her lips a little, his voice low and hoarse: "Don’t move."
She looked at him nervously.
Water droplets rolled on his face, his hair slightly drooping on his forehead, his handso face exquisitely cut like a knife, indescribably sexy and enticing.
Qiao Mo’s small face reddened a bit, gently swallowed.
Just wanted to get up, but where would he let her go, he once again fiercely captured her pink lips...
Eagerly wanting to claim her as his own.
Qiao Mo couldn’t help but lower her eyes gently.
Not sure whether it was because of the heat, or what, but her whole body felt incredibly weak.
Like there were no bones, relying almost entirely on his arms for support.
The tender kisses gradually beca gentle, Qiao Mo’s breathing beca heavier, her small hands resting on his shoulders, feeling his desire even more clearly...
Not sure how much ti passed until she felt a bit oxygen-deprived.
Only when her mind was blank did he finally release her slowly.
Eyelashes trembling lightly, she gently opened her eyes, eting his gaze perfectly.
For so reason, she looked at him forgetting to react.
Perhaps because that face was so alluring, she found herself slightly captivated.
He gave her cheek a light kiss and then buried his head in the crook of her neck, softly saying, "Have you seen enough?"
"Uh... uh?"
Qiao Mo snapped back to reality, her small face blushing even more.
Holding her waist that was barely graspable, he said in a deep voice: "After seeing so many tis, when are you planning to take responsibility for ?"
Qiao Mo was at a loss for words, her mind still blank, just repeatedly playing his words in her head.
When are you planning to take responsibility for him... when are you planning to take responsibility for him...
"I... I didn’t see." Qiao Mo stubbornly argued, but her thoughts were sowhat confused.
Is she... starting to like this man a little?
Or maybe she’s just used to it...
So used to him kissing her that she forgot to refuse, so used to him holding her that she forgot to push him away.
"Didn’t see or didn’t sneak a peek?" he provocatively asked.
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