Ah ze reached out to grab her, but who knew that he would actually tear her nightdress in half. He was dumbfounded. He sat on the bed and looked at the cloth in his hand, then at her smooth body.
"I ..." Seeing this, ah ze quickly got off the bed.
Mo Zitan felt a chill run down her spine. She heard the sound of his footsteps getting further away and quickly sat up. Who knew that ah ze would run over, turn off the lights, and rush forward.
"Ah," he said. Mo Zitan was pushed down by him.
Ah ze's hand was on her side, and he lowered his head to kiss her pink lips. Mo Zitan's eyes widened, and ah ze's scent wafted into her nose.
Her small hands clutched the sheets tightly, and her palms were covered in sweat.
"A-ze." Mo Zitan was a little nervous, and ah ze automatically blocked her voice. His large palm landed on her body and kissed her anxiously. It landed on her neck and kissed her all over her body, but he felt that it was not enough.
