Han Luo's hazy gaze was charmingly attractive. Her open mouth was inviting him. Her swollen lips looked as delicious as cherry. She was panting softly. Her body was soaked. Her hair was wet. Droplets of water rolled down from her shoulders to her chest.
Mo Yuan cupped her face and leaned forward. He lightly kissed her lips. This time, he was tasting her lips. He chewed softly as if he was chewing pudding.
Han Luo closed her eyes and responded to his kiss. She was momentarily taken aback by his sweet kiss unlike the wild kisses a few moments ago. She drew her body closer to him. The tip of her breast brushed against his firm chest, making him lost his composure for a second.
Mo Yuan let go of her lips and stared at her intensely.
Han Luo couldn't' stand his gaze and lowered her eyelids. "Don't look…" she pleaded.
Mo Yuan embraced her delicate body and asked, "Why not?"
"I'm embarrassed," she stated bashfully.
