Chi Huan had waited for a while and still didn't see him move, just as she was about to turn around and urge him, the next second, her waist was embraced by the man's hands, pulling her entire body backward until her back rested against the man's chest.
Warm kisses densely clustered on her shoulder and neck.
Chi Huan was briefly stunned, "Mo Shiqian..."
The man held her waist with both hands and pressed her against the closet behind them once again, kissing her with his head bowed, as if he was engrossed in the act.
She was trapped.
The situation had spiraled out of control.
Once Mo Shiqian lost control, Chi Huan was even less likely to manage the situation.
...
When he finally had his fill, Chi Huan raised her hand in annoyance to hit him.
Mo Shiqian reacted swiftly, intercepting her wrist mid-air, his eyebrows raised, his voice low, and within his chuckle remained an unscattered wickedness, "Does your hand not hurt?"
"You shameless man."
