For three consecutive days, Wen Wan felt her mouth was banana-flavored. To not eat bananas again, on the fourth day, she seriously learned how to.
Mo Siluo was working by her side, occasionally glancing at the woman, and when he saw her making that swallowing-and-spitting motion, his throat tightened, and he couldn't concentrate on his work anymore. The usually composed man lost his composure, threw aside his work, and pounced on the woman.
"Finished?" just when the woman was in a mix of confusion and passion, the man whispered in her ear.
"Mhm." Wen Wan's reply was instinctive, but by the time she realized what she had said, it was too late. She didn't know if it was because they hadn't done it in nearly ten days, but the man was particularly beastly that night, tormenting her in all kinds of ways.
Afterward, Wen Wan felt like crying, "Why didn't you test me tonight?"
Mo Siluo paused slightly, his voice tinged with a hint of laughter, "You still want to eat?"
