"You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen…" he said gruffly, staring at her.
She reached down to wrap her hand around his forearm tightly, squeezing as he rode the waves of pleasure rolling through her.
"You grow more beautiful with each passing day. How is it even possible?"
He continued to rub circles until she became too sensitive, at which point she pushed him away. "I can't," she breathed as she tried to compose herself.
"Qian Meng… baby…" Qingchen shuffled back and leaned over her carefully to press his lips to hers. She moaned into his kiss and whimpered when he pulled away.
"Qingchen," she whined.
"Hold on," he said lowly. "I'll be right back."
He walked towards the bathroom and it was only then she realized what a mess she was. Mo Qingchen's semen was splattered across her chest. Some of it had even gotten in the ends of her hair. It was unfortunate because it would dry quickly.
