Mo Jingshen immediately held the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her harshly.
Due to her provocation, his kiss carried the intention to plunder and possess; the amount of passion was nearly violent.
His fingers slid down slowly, teasing her skirt aside to continue his exploration. He caressed the sides of her legs, leaving a numb sensation in his wake. Very quickly, her body turned weak.
As her body was lifted, she subconsciously bent her knees to hold onto his waist.
"Mo Jingshen, what are you…"
In the next instant, the man had carried her onto his body. From this angle and her posture, she was clearly on top…
He chuckled lightly. As she didn't manage to sit properly, she was still half-sprawled out in his embrace. The man's breath was right against her ear; it teased her consciousness and her senses, causing her barely suppressed desire to intertwine. It was as though a spark of flame was igniting amidst her hazy thoughts.
