Had barely closed the door when Luo Qiangwei didn't even have a chance to speak before Mo Shiche's tall figure approached, lifting her up and pressing her against the wall, he lowered his head and sealed her lips that were about to part!
The man's dominant and aggressively invasive kiss instantly swept over her—
Mo Shiche usually didn't smoke much; the taste between his lips and tongue was entirely his unique masculine scent, like a poison with an irresistibly strong allure, making one helplessly sink and drown in it.
In the deep intertwining of lips and tongues, she could feel the man's rapid and suppressed groans, his scorching breath spraying on her skin, setting off a wave of heat that made one shiver…
Mo Shiche had thoroughly reached his limit, the fiery restraint he had been bearing these past days, coupled with the potent effects of the bull whip soup... his muscles tensed, a scorching flame in his lower abdomen threatening to break out at any moment.
