Slowing down the pace, Chen Mo held Mo Xiang, who was straddling him, and gazed at her face.
Her pretty face was completely flushed, and her earlobes red as if they were about to drip blood. Tears rolled continuously in her charming eyes as she looked at Chen Mo with a sense of grievance. In her state, Chen Mo intended to make her fully relax.
"What's wrong, looking at me like that, do you hate me?"
"Mhm."
"Why?"
"You bully me, I treat you like this, and you still bully me..."
This was just right; this was the reaction human beings should have. If she did not show this side, how could Chen Mo find a breakthrough? The alcohol had reached the right level; he couldn't pour any more into her, or she would blackout.
Chen Mo wanted her to have memories, while at the same time driving her pleasure so that she would become lost in it.
