Mo Qiuxi listened to Wen Qingzhu's voice, which was not as clear as usual. Such a hoarse and low voice lingered in her ears, really stirring up her heart, making it tremble continuously.
If it was in the past, mo Qiuxi would definitely be passively enduring it. She would be docile and well-behaved.
However, at this moment, because she thought of Leng Wanqing, mo Qiuxi was no longer docile. She took the initiative to kiss Wen Qingzhu.
She told herself that she had loved him and would not regret it. She also wanted to leave herself with memories that belonged to her.
Although her eyes were a little bleak, the burning passion in them was also very obvious.
At this moment, her body had also taken the initiative to climb onto Wen Qingzhu.
As long as he was willing to give it to her, she would take it. This was the right of her as Wen Qingzhu's wife.
Wen Qingzhu's body was a little tense. A kiss wasn't enough to satisfy anything. He wanted more, more.
