A heated morning

Ye Qing Luo's pupils expanded, as she gave a clear and soft whine.

Her gaze met with a pair of jet black, deep eyes.

A whirlwind, seemed as though it was going to suck her in.

It was that deep…. That concentrated…..

She tried to struggle, but Di Mo Xuan clasped the back of her head tightly, deepening this kiss.

Wrapped up tight, as though it was going to plunder Ye Qing Luo completely, swallowing her into his tummy.

A concentrated man's presence, enveloped Ye Qing Luo totally.

It was like a love net, which encased her tightly for her entire lifetime.

This kiss, left Ye Qing Luo powerless to continue struggling.

...

The next day.

Ye Qing Luo's eyes opened accurately on time, and was just about to get up when she found an arm on her waist, rendering her immovable.

She glanced sideways and admired at Di Mo Xuan's looks.