Mo Yuan kissed her lightly and reminded her with a hoarse voice, "Ah Luo, you said you were going to give me something good. When will you give me that? I'm waiting."
Han Luo shivered when his warm, sturdy body was being rubbed against hers. The momentary numbness slowly disappeared and she could sense his hardness was pressing her. Her recently cooled down body began to get warmer.
She soon came back to senses and pursed her lips as if she was complaining for taking her strength away before she could do anything. She saw him moving closer and planted nothing but sweet kisses on all over her face; her eyebrows, eyes, nose, cheeks, chin, and her lips. When he captured her lips, she bit him hard.
Mo Yuan flinched and let go. He stared at her and waited for what she wished to say.
