The warmth of his fingertips felt a little rough, the stroke brought a distinct sensual aura.
Xia Yiwan's heart skipped a beat and she glanced at him, raising her eyebrows: "What are you doing?"
"Wiping your mouth." Si Mo said with a devilish smile, leaning down to lick her lips.
"..." Xia Yiwan.
This was clearly him taking advantage of the situation, not wiping her mouth.
Thinking this, Xia Yiwan slightly curled her lip, and licked back.
The lick led to a mutual spark, igniting a fire between the two.
Si Mo stopped eating, he pulled Xia Yiwan to his side and pushed her down on the bed.
They had been at odds since Xia Yiwan left a few days ago.
The last time they were intimate seems to be such a long time ago.
"I haven't taken a shower yet." Xia Yiwan, almost out of breath from undressing, broke the silence.
"I don't mind taking another one." Si Mo said as he carried her to the bathroom.
Anyway, everywhere is a possible spot, changing locations adds more excitement.
