The sounds of panting and wet kisses filled the air. Two bodies were pressed together so tightly that there was no space left. From far away, they might look like one body.
Mo Yuan was sitting on his work table and made Han Luo sit on his lap, straddling him. His big, firm hands were tightly holding her buttocks to balance her. In every second, his kiss was getting wilder.
They couldn't move their lips as though their lips were glued together. They smooched each other with similar yet scorching passion.
Mo Yuan slightly opened his eyes only to see Han Luo's flushed face, closed eyelids, and long eyelashes. She was desperately kissing him as if her life was depending on it. Her sweet and alluring moans fueled the fire inside him further.
He was thinking of taking her home and then throwing her to bed. Afterward, he would completely devour her. But it seemed like he couldn't wait that long.
