Mo Xing did not reply, instead, he walked over and placed his hands on her back, just above her waist. His fingers were cold so Anna shivered at the contact. She wanted to look back but Mo Xing's other hand now fully held her waist while he pushed her towards the mirror.
His voice was dangerously low beside her ears, "What does Mrs. Mo mean, seducing me in such a way so early in the morning?"
Anna was speechless. This was not what she wanted at all!
All she did was innocently ask her husband to do her zipper!
Having come out of the shower, Mo Xing was wearing nothing but a thin towel which hung dangerously low on his waist. There was a sexy allure coming off of his whole appearance that made Anna blush once again.
He bent down and sucked on her exposed neck, this time careful not to leave any hickeys. All the blood rushed down to his member as he pushed it between Anna's bottom.
