Mo Beiyuan's eyes were loving, complicated, and deep. His eyes seemed bottomless.
All of a sudden, he grabbed the back of her head and leaned down, accurately and fiercely kissing the lips of the woman whose name he had been calling for the entire night.
Yun Ran didn't know what was wrong with her. His aura instantly enveloped her entire body, making her unable to move.
His thin lips were a little cold as they lingered on hers. This kiss was urgent and attacked Yun Ran like a storm, but gradually, it was as light as spring rain.
Yun Ran's mind was stuffy. She let out a soft moan.
However, this voice accentuated the fanaticism in Mo Beiyuan's eyes.
After the kiss, his strong hands hugged her even tighter, holding her tightly in his arms, as if he wanted to embed her into his bones and blood.
Yun Ran pressed her face against his chest and panted heavily.
Her face burned.
