The temperature started to increase and the water droplets were scalding their skin.
Their passionate frenzy could be heard beyond the mist and frosted glass door.
The marks on the back of Qin Mo's muscled back were a proof of their passion and those very marks shattered all of his resolve.
The sweet fragrance blossomed in the air, making it hard for him to control his strength.
Bo Jiu's drenched silver hair clung onto the back of her slender skin.
In that instant, Bo Jiu opened her eyes in disbelief. She couldn't understand how he managed to regain his strength so quickly.
This time, it was a bed.
There wasn't much space on the single-sized bed, it was so small that there was sound produced for every movement. The noise made her bite her lips, a blush spreading across her body.
Qin Mo chuckled, reaching out to shift her wet hair aside. He glanced at her with a deep gaze. "What is it? Shy?"
