"Amo, let me down."
As Qiao Xiaon'an struggled, she was already carried by Mr. Yun up to the second floor, with the door kicked open in the process.
Again she said, "Amo, let me down."
Yun Mo lowered his gaze, her little face was close to his, filled with resentment yet also shyness.
Through her, there came the intense smell of the green lemon, just like the many passionate nights they had spent together, this was her scent.
He knew very clearly what he wanted, and was not willing to let go.
When they both fell onto the large European-style bed in the bedroom, Qiao Xiaon'an pushed away him who was about to lean over, her eyes full of resentment, "Amo, have you forgotten? I'm still on my period, not tonight."
Yun Mo slightly raised his head, frowning, "Didn't it start on the 27th last month?"
"Yes." Qiao Xiaon'an wrapped her arms around his neck, "But my period lasts a week each time, sometimes it even drags on for a day or two."
