"Okay!"
Although it was just one word, it made Mo Xiuchen reveal a satisfied smile.
His clearly articulated large palm gently caressed her cheek as he leaned down and tenderly kissed her soft lips.
Wen Ran did not struggle, nor did she respond, but simply gently closed her eyes.
Mo Xiuchen did not kiss deeply and quickly let her go, staring at her blushing face, the corners of his mouth curved in a pleased arc, "Ranran, go to sleep."
"Or should I go sleep in the next room?"
Wen Ran softly suggested, afraid of disturbing his sleep.
She was indisposed these days, and he was a normal man, having abstained for so long. Last night, held in his arms, she had clearly felt his burning heat.
Mo Xiuchen's gaze swept with a trace of profundity, his voice slightly hoarse and firm yet commanding, "Don't go. I like holding you."
"But, won't you feel uncomfortable?"
