Mù Qiānxún swallowed nervously, her fingertips clutching the remnants of her torn clothes. She was barely covered.
The bit she was holding on to instilled in her a false sense of decorum.
She gazed at him with wide eyes, a mix of both nervousness and coy chastity.
"I'm…I'm a little…"
Ou Zun's voice had become hoarse and out of control.
He kissed the soft, snow-white curve of her collarbone, his head buried against it, his voice filled with bewitching suggestion.
"Who was it just now fervently offering herself up and now playing coy?"
Qianxun was trembling, her entire body tensed.
In the past, their trysts always got interrupted by either a phone call or a sudden knock on the door, but now, the phone was switched off and the door was locked tight.
In other words...
Now, only the two of them remained in the villa.
Even if the world was ending, no one could interrupt Ou Zun now.
Today, she was destined to be his.
Excitement!
Great excitement!
