Mo Heng stepped forward, wanting to help her sit properly.
Pei Qin grabbed him, the faint cold fragrance lingering at her nostrils brought a rush of relief to her heart, her body's desires surged rapidly, and she gasped as she leaned closer, "Anyway, you can't do it, and I can't rape you, so just sacrifice yourself for now!"
Before Mo Heng could react, she bit into him.
Being so forceful with a man was a first for Pei Qin; she cursed in her heart while staring wide-eyed at his expression. Seeing he did not resist, she reassuredly pulled him, tossing the kang table to the ground to make room, and pressed him onto the arhat bed.
Mo Heng lay there, allowing her to do as she pleased, with a dark tide surging in his eyes.
Pei Qin was somewhat dazzled; his embrace was too tight, too hot, she wanted to get up.
But then she touched him.
"Mm…" Mo Heng uttered a muffled groan.
