There was a moment when Mu Lianmiao truly wanted to throw caution to the winds and do everything that needed to be done.
But, the timing was still not right.
He just held Musheng tight, as if by doing so he could melt her into his very bones and blood. His scorching breath surged against her neck, and she could feel its unbearably hot presence. One could only imagine how hard it was for Mu Lianmiao.
"I'm holding back one last time; now is not the right moment..."
Hearing how hard he was restraining himself made Musheng almost laugh in a restrained way, "No one is asking you to hold back."
She had agreed, yet Mu Lianmiao still insisted on restraining himself.
She lay on top of Mu Lianmiao, reveling in this wonderful sensation, while Mu Lianmiao's fingertips caressed her hair. Hearing what Musheng said, he too sighed, "I'm afraid your mom and others might suddenly show up."
"My mom and the others have gone out, and it will probably take them a while to get back."
