He pressed her under him; his aura was akin to an invisible lock, and it firmly held her captive.
Ji Nuan had fully fallen back onto the couch, and as she laid under him, her eyes revealed some flustered emotions.
Mo Jingshen was on top of her. No matter how she struggled or kicked him, his ink-black eyes watched her deeply. A calm heat was quietly burning in his gaze.
Under his gaze, Ji Nuan felt herself becoming overwhelmed. She quickly moved her eyes away but saw that the man's distinct fingers were currently unbuttoning his own shirt.
Right now, his clothes were also drenched. However, as they were black, his appearance seemed unchanged. He slowly opened his collar. The man's Adam's apple moved before her eyes and the sight caused Ji Nuan's body to tighten with tension.
