Not allowing Ye Wei to reject him, Mo Jue ripped the buttons off her shirt and opened her shirt. His eyes became a darker shade of purple in that instant as though it were a purple fog that she was lost in…
Mo Jue…
How could he have such a pair of mesmerizing eyes that seemed to have the most bewitching color the world had ever offered? His very eyes that, like opium poppy, caused her to be so charmed and lost to the point she could not extricate herself from it.
Despite knowing that she was not convenient to move, she did not stop him. Despite the wind entering her shirt and making her feel slightly chilly, Mo Jue's hands inspired an irresistible warmth wherever they went. Ye Wei gave up resisting.
Mo Jue had never wanted her in such a gentle, passionate, and tender manner. He, like a storm, was rough and aggressive and quickly dragged her into the depths of passion where she yet felt pain and pleasure.
