The lucid environment, filled with the fragrance of books, also gave Chen Mo a different kind of stimulation.
Lew Qingyi swayed in his arms, her tender flesh squeezed and continuously rubbed against his jade dragon.
A voice softly hummed from Lew Qingyi's throat; she turned her head and sought a kiss with her cherry lips, and Chen Mo kissed her deeply until her eyes were hazy before they parted, but her waist kept moving without stopping.
"Feed me, I want to eat something."
"Okay."
Lew Qingyi propped herself against Chen Mo's thighs, and he reached out, unhurriedly opening the snacks on the stone table and took out a honey date, holding it in his mouth to feed Lew Qingyi.
"Mmm... sweet, I'm so worried, what would I do without you."
Chen Mo's heart tightened. Could it be that he had been discovered to be addictive?
