Zhao Anan kissed Mu Qing's lips. She was breathing fast and her cheeks were flushed.
"Qing, I'm so uncomfortable. I want you ..."
Mu Qing's hand went from her chest to her chest.| He slid all the way down, caressing her flat stomach and taking off her lace underwear.
He felt Zhao Anan's warmth, and a certain part of his body couldn't bear it anymore.
If he took Zhao Anan in, all the tests and statistics that she had done before would be wasted, and they would have to be re-calculated later.
But if he didn't want Zhao Anan, she would never let him go.
He was also having a hard time holding it in. He was a hundred times more upset than Zhao Anan.
'Forget it. I'll just do the statistics again in the future. The ovum extraction can also wait.'
It was rare for Zhao Anan to be so enthusiastic. Besides, it was their wedding night and he didn't want to leave Zhao Anan with any regrets.
"Silly girl, do you want me that much?"
