The man's large palm gently caressed her small face. His fingertips brushed past her face, followed her neck, and slowly wrapped around her arm to her back. He held her body and pressed her against his body.
Shen chengjing was lying on top of him, and the man's big palm swam to her back. She could vaguely hear the man's rough breathing.
Shen chengjing looked down at him and slapped his hand away.
"Even if you're hungry, you can't touch anything. It's early in the morning! What do you want to do?" Shen chengjing blushed and glared at him, saying in a bad mood,""You're not mo Qingcheng, how can you do this!"
It would have been better if she had not said it. There was an invisible ambiguity in his words!
"Cheng." Mo Yanchen's magnetic hoarseness seemed to be seducing her.
"Eh? "A certain woman blushed, but still responded.
