As he kissed her, passion began to surge from inside him.
How did she manage to be this way?
She was soft all over.
Those slender fingers were fair and tender, and he didn't want to let go of them.
He wished he could devour her whole.
"Mo Yesi, I'm sleepy…"
Qiao Mianmian could feel her fingers go warm. Everywhere he'd kissed seemed to have been warmed.
The man's breath against her palm burned with an intensity that shocked her.
She looked up and met his gaze, glowing and passionate. She quickly retracted her hands and curled under the blanket.
She wasn't unfamiliar with the look in his eyes.
It seemed like something was going to happen if he continued kissing her.
But she wasn't so afraid. After all, she was still on her period. He couldn't possibly do anything to her.
But he'd definitely be feeling discomfort now.
And if he was uncomfortable, he might make her use her hand again…
