Mo Yancheng stood up and undid the clothes that bound him.
She crossed her legs and the two of them kissed until their bodies could no longer take it.
"Uncle, uncle." Her small hands grabbed onto his shoulders messily. Mo Yanchen picked her up by the waist and turned around to bring her to the huge bed.
The two of them fell onto the bed and kissed deeply until their body and soul reached the highest realm.
Her hair was wet with sweat, and today's fatigue seemed to have been washed away. Until a few times when her body and mind were one, she was so tired that she lay on the bed and looked at the man's handsome face.
"You're still laughing. " She said in a low voice and reached out to poke his face.
Mo Yanchen reached out and pulled her into his arms.""Cheng is getting worse."
"I didn 't." The woman pouted in a low voice. She buried her small face in his arms and peeked at him from time to time.
