Ling Momo didn’t have ti to turn on the light when she was kissed by soone.
The man’s lips were very soft.
Very warm.
Carrying a faint scent of alcohol.
Enson’s movents were exceptionally tender, and as the taste of alcohol dispersed between her lips and teeth, she felt sowhat dizzy.
She just felt this man was so cautious, tender as water.
It gave her an illusion, as if... this man was treating sothing precious, like a cherished jewel.
Ling Momo thought, it turns out, the high and mysterious Enson was also a very gentle person.
In her mind, she tried hard to depict Enson’s appearance, yet she could not manage to picture it at all.
She didn’t know if it was because Enson had been drinking, but tonight he was exceptionally different, although she couldn’t see his face or his expression, strangely, he made her feel dizzy, made her more compliant than many tis before, without her control.
Her compliance brought more of the man’s tender cherishing.
Ling Momo felt a tumultuous palpitation.
It wasn’t until the man’s hand moved towards her waist that Ling Momo suddenly seed to rember sothing, reached out her hand, and struggled to stop the man. Flailing on the bed, she finally found what she had brought with her, then stuffed it into the man’s hand.
The man frowned as he felt an additional small, square-shaped pouch in his hand. He didn’t know what it was, fumbled with it briefly, and then realized it was—a condom!
The man hidden in the darkness, his gaze suddenly turned sowhat dark.
What was she giving this to him for?
He didn’t want to use it!
Enson set that thing aside.
Ling Momo stamred as she spoke, "Put that on, it’s safer."
Enson ignored her and continued with his actions.
Ling Momo’s struggles beca more intense, showing no cooperation at all.
Enson pressed her shoulders, staring motionlessly at her.
Although she couldn’t see, Ling Momo could still feel the man intently watching her in the pitch darkness.
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