As he spoke, he reached out to undress her, and Luo Qiangwei was caught off guard for a moment. Her coat had already been pulled open, revealing the tight, waist-cinched sweater underneath. She quickly clasped his wrist, "No!"
The man was clearly dissatisfied with her two-word objection, and upon hearing it, he looked up at her, "Coming on a honeymoon after getting married, as your lawful husband, I'm entitled to share a bed with you and make love, and you're telling me no?"
Luo Qiangwei, "..."
Damn it, using that to corner her?!
"Moreover, didn't you say I was too short to satisfy you?" Moh Shiche's palm landed on her delicate waist, stroking upwards, "Now I'll prove it to you. You'll have as much length as you want, not only longer than your fingers but also thicker. I guarantee your satisfaction, hmm?"
With those words, his kiss descended.
He kissed her from her forehead, the center of her brows, her nose, gradually working his way down, passing her lips and finally arriving at her collarbone, kissing the butterfly mark on her neck back and forth.
Luo Qiangwei was thoroughly bewildered by now, and somewhat nervously at a loss until she felt the man's hand slipping under her sweater, his burning fingertips roaming on her skin…
She immediately panicked, feeling a deep-rooted rejection from the bottom of her heart. She extended her hand to push him, "No... you can't..."
But the man upon her wouldn't listen, utterly immersed in her fragrant skin, the intimate kisses gradually turning fervent, his hands guiding the removal of her sweater…
Just as he propped up his body slightly to take off his shirt, Luo Qiangwei abruptly withdrew backwards from beneath him. Moh Shiche reacted swiftly, his large hand clasping her slender ankle, his voice hoarse from passionate indulgence, "Luo Qiangwei, don't tell me you want to try a new position."
His fingertips caressed her tender ankle skin, his dark eyes narrowing dangerously at her, thick with warning—
At this point, did she really think she could escape?
Moh Shiche certainly didn't believe it. Luo Qiangwei wouldn't think of running away; from the time he had sense, he knew, this woman liked him, chasing him madly all day long. Even though he showed negativity towards her, she'd unabashedly cling to him.
Desperate to sleep with him, now that she had forced a marriage and he had married her, she had no reason to run or resist.
Luo Qiangwei cursed herself for being weak, his mere teasing causing her body to go limp. She propped up her body with her elbows, smiling at him, "It seems President Moh knows quite a few positions, huh?"
Moh Shiche still holding her ankle, unbuttoning his shirt with one hand, his lips curved into a handsome, charming smile, "If you want it, there's no reason for me not to know how."
As he took off his shirt and revealed his well-defined chest, Luo Qiangwei suddenly said, "Wait!"
The man paused his movements, his gaze deep as he looked at her.
Luo Qiangwei met his stare, her eyes becoming seductive and captivating. She sat up, removing her sweater and then proceeding to take off her tight-fitting pants…
Her entire motion was very slow, more like... deliberately trying to tempt him.
Moh Shiche naturally let go his grip, half kneeling on the edge of the bed, his Adam's apple rolling up and down as desire surged within him, intently watching her undress.
Yet in the next second, Luo Qiangwei, now only in her black underwear, suddenly propped herself up and slid off the bed from the other side.
The man was momentarily stunned, feeling as if he had been played. Luo Qiangwei covered her snow-white, heaving chest with her hands, speaking before him, "President Moh, I need to take a shower first."