Qiao Mianmian's heartbeat sped up, and she blushed.
His slender fingers landed on the next button and continued to undress her.
Soon, Qiao Mianmian's pajamas were undone.
The coldness from her chess shook her awake. But when she realized what he was up to, it was too late to stop him already.
"Mo Yesi, don't…"
He held onto his wandering hand. Her face was red from her nervousness.
She wasn't ready yet.
Mo Yesi stopped and looked down at her for a while. He held her hand instead.
He then spoke, his voice even lower than just now. "Baby, I've been waiting for this moment for a really long time. Don't reject me anymore, alright?"
Qiao Mianmian bit her lip and replied, "But…"
"But what? You don't want to do it?"
Mo Yesi was tense from suppressing his desires from yesterday night. Stopping now at the heat of the moment was a bittersweet experience for him.
