"It's itchy. The cold weather isn't helping and today…" Fu Jiu didn't finish her sentence mainly due to embarrassment. The mark remained after just being kissed twice.
Qin Mo reached his hand out, preparing to caress her lips.
What joke was this position?
Fu Jiu bolted upright, reducing the intimacy.
After she sat upright, the position seemed even more intimate.
Fu Jiu couldn't understand the Almighty with his decision to install a mirror beside the bed.
She tilted her head, bumping straight into their reflection.
That ravishing man bent one knee on the bed, both arms at her side as he inched forward, his shirt half undone, exposing his firm chest. He asked in a low tone, "What is it, why did you stop?"
Regardless of the position or the appearance, the Almighty's presence was too overpowering.
Fu Jiu remained silent, just looking at this scene would send inappropriate images through her mind.
