Mo Jingshen dragged her over and pressed her against the glass counter. He leaned over to kiss her, gently nibbling and sucking on her lips.
Due to his abrupt actions, Ji Nuan was kissed until her legs weakened. They could barely support her.
She was kissed until she was almost suffocated. The man's breath had his distinct, clear scent; it contained a warmth unique to him.
She wore his shirt, and its length was barely sufficient to cover her legs. He lifted his eyes slightly, and through the bathroom mirror behind her, he could see her legs tightly clasped together.
Mo Jingshen tightened his arms around her, pressing her onto him and deepening their kiss.
The bathroom space was small. Its temperature climbed, and the warm air rose. The sound of the tap running continued.
