Zhang Gengshan also let out a sigh of relief. Shen Songming had finally left; if he stayed any longer, dangling around the young master and the young mistress every day, indicating a closeness with the young mistress and sidelining the young master, the latter would have been infuriated.
Mo Heng held Pei Qin, pressing her onto the bed. She was slender, her entire body could be covered by his, at his mercy. But now, consumed by desire, he could only taste but not indulge.
Pei Qin had been kissed under his weight for quite a while. Seeing his frustrated desire, she struggled to push him away, "You're feeling all better now, huh? Able to jump around again, huh? Tomorrow, you're going to work for me!"
Mo Heng, with his robe hanging open and a look of infatuation on his handsome face, gently caressed her still flat belly, "You're carrying a child. Rest these days! I'll work tomorrow!"
Mismatched as an ox's head to a horse's mouth, Pei Qin felt she was out of options with him.
