Under the orange-gold desk lamp, she was elegant and gentle—perhaps not the best, but in his heart, she was the only one.
Mo Shuifu wanted to move her body, but she was tightly pressed by him.
Left with no choice, she had to negotiate, "Shihan, I'll go make you some sobering tea. Otherwise, you won't be able to sleep tonight."
"But if I let you go, I won't be able to sleep either."
Mo Shuifu looked at him helplessly, the man now playing the rogue.
"But..."
"Don't talk..." Shen Shihan leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Gradually, that kiss moved to her lips.
Shen Shihan thought, the things he hadn't finished doing before, now, he would make up for them all. The long night was still young.
Mo Shuifu didn't resist anymore, she closed her eyes and let him kiss her.
His kisses were sometimes gentle, sometimes wild, but each time they gave her a different sensation.
"Shihan..." she called out, her hands uncontrollably wrapping around him.
