[Warning: ML is still running his dirty mouth. You might want to stab someone after reading this chapter.]
"Answer me," he commanded.
"Mo Qingchen," she moaned, grinding down on him again.
"That doesn't answer my question." He grazed his teeth on her earlobe as he popped open the button of her pants and she felt a new rush of wetness between her thighs.
"Yes. I'm wet for you." Her voice was forceful, demanding that he speed up. She didn't know why she was so turned on, but some of it had to do with the leftover tension from the night before.
"Yeah? What do you want me to do?" he asked.
"Just take off my fucking pants already!" she groaned. She needed to put something in her.
"Well, I guess you will have to take your vibrator's help after I leave." He tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.
"What?" she breathed, confused.
