The light fell on Ning Dai's skin. It was fair and clear, as if it was glowing.
Mo Chen's gaze seemed to carry fire, igniting Ning Dai's desire.
She couldn't help but feel a trace of shyness. She subconsciously reached out to cover her body, but Mo Chen pulled her back.
The two snow-white breasts on Ning Dai's chest were as smooth as jade. The tips of her breasts were sharp due to the stimulation of the air, like two ripe purple grapes waiting to be picked.
Although she was almost five months pregnant, only her lower abdomen was slightly protruding. Her waist was still soft and could be held.
Mo Chen's rationality had been burnt away.
His fingers followed Ning Dai's lower abdomen downwards and separated her two long legs. In the middle of her voluptuous labia, her small acupoint was right in front of his eyes. It was pink and cute.
