"Are you sure?" When he spoke again, his voice was much lower and hoarser.
Such benefits were rare.
Especially since it was Qiao Mianmian who initiated it.
She usually told him that she wasn't feeling well or that she was tired. She would only let him touch her once.
He couldn't have a good time.
"Mm, I'm sure. Why? Are you not willing?" Qiao Mianmian asked.
"Alright, you said it yourself." The man's voice became even more hoarse. His arms around her waist tightened inch by inch, and his fiery and deep eyes locked on her. He lowered his head and gently rubbed his warm lips against hers. "You're not allowed to go back on your words and cry and not let me touch you."
"So, you're not angry with me?" Qiao Mianmian bit his lip.
"Mm."
Mo Yesi caught her lips and sighed helplessly. "When have I ever been angry with you?"
Even if he was angry, he would surrender after she said a few nice words.
