The rays in the room turned ambiguous with their movements. Ji Nuan could barely hold on anymore. He watched her, his low and heavy chuckle causing her ears to burn scarlet red.
He pressed her waist, forcing her upward to feel the burning heat through his pants.
She shrunk backward from the touch but grabbed onto his shoulders for fear of falling off. This brought them even more intimately pressed together.
Mo Jingshen appeared completely in control of his senses. Ji Nuan's waist felt weak. She tried to press her separated legs together but could only whimper in his neck because of their posture. She instinctively craved more but appeared to be resisting this violent, passionate heat.
Seeing her appearance, Mo Jingshen could no longer resist. He was about to press her back onto the desk when a tone suddenly rang by his ear.
Ji Nuan's phone was ringing.
She immediately began to struggle: "Phone, phone."
