Qiao Ruoxin smiled gently.
She took out another cherry and bit it between her lips, then, standing on tiptoe, she moved close to the man's handsome face.
Mo Chen looked down at Little Ghost's beautiful eyes, which now held a hint of sensuality.
With the cherry still between her red lips, she brought it to his lips.
Her eyes furiously glared at him as if to say, "Hurry up!"
He burst into laughter but still went along with her childish act.
He leaned down and kissed Qiao Ruoxin's red lips, and then the cherry entered his mouth.
Qiao Ruoxin blinked and smiled gently, "Mo Chen, is it sweet?"
"Mmm..."
She continued to tiptoe and lowered her voice to whisper, "I mean me, am I sweet?"
All at once, the atmosphere in the cramped room became extremely intimate.
Mo Chen's gaze deepened, and his arms encircled her slender waist, pressing her against the door. He grasped her chin and kissed her fiercely.
There was a slight hint of punishment in it.
