He freed one hand to pinch her jaw, forcing her to part her lips slightly, and then he lowered his head and kissed her deeply, without the gentle nibbling of her lips from before, his tongue forcefully swirling and sucking as if he couldn't wait to swallow her whole.
Such a method of kissing deprived her of breath, forcing her to the brink of suffocation, compelling her to reach out and push against his chest.
Mo Shiqian pulled back.
Breathing heavily, his voice hoarse, but his fingers remained firm on her chin, a smile without warmth spilling from his lips, "Do you intend to atone this way? It seems your body indeed is much more indiscreet than you are."
Her bath towel had been torn away by him, her body completely bare, while the man wore his shirt and trousers, despite his belt being undone.
In comparison to her, he even appeared immaculately dressed.
