Let Me Eat Your Bottom
Slowly, she shifted her gaze onto Shen Mochen.
He seemed absorbed in what he was doing. His head was lowered, and from her angle, she saw him, his contour stood out even more.
Honestly, he was really good looking. His facial features were gorgeous with his thick eyebrows, a sculpted nose, and sexy lips. He even had a perfectly chiseled jawline.
Her Yanyan would probably grow up to be just as handsome.
Many girls would want to be her daughter-in-law.
The thought of Yanyan decorated her lips with a gentle and loving smile.
Shen Mochen looked up and caught her smile. His lips quirked up into a wicked grin, and his burning gaze was on her.
Shui Miaomiao was startled; she couldn't hide her expression in time. She simply gave him a smile with her eyes closed and said, "I feel much better. Thank you."
"Shui Miaomiao, let me eat your bottom," Shen Mochen ordered indicatively.
"Sure," Shui Miaomiao put her feet on the floor, ready to get up and go into the kitchen to cook some noodles.
Shen Mochen suddenly loomed over her.
He pushed her down.
His move was powerful.
Shui Miaomiao was caught off guard and pinned down on the couch.
Before she could react, Shen Mochen's lips were already on her.
Shui Miaomiao was so shocked. Her eyes were wide open, and there was a gleam in her almond eyes.
He pushed his way assertively into her mouth, injecting his scent into her, and sucked the sweetness from her mouth.
His sexy Adam's apple bobbed up and down.
Their mouths interlocked, their breaths melted together.
However, what surprised Shui Miaomiao even more, was his palm moving up on her slender leg.
His hand was burning against her skin. It left a trail of scorching sensation wherever it went, making her legs tremble.
His palm raked her skirt up, reached the top edge of her underwear, rested on her lower belly, and then started to stroke downwards.
Shui Miaomiao was panicking. She pushed his shoulder with all her strength.
He was as sturdy as a mountain. Shui Miaomiao was no match for him at all.
Shen Mochen's finger went deeper and deeper.
It reached the core of her sex.
Shui Miaomiao shuddered. A strange and unfamiliar feeling erupted deep in her belly, rocketed through her blood vessels, and hit her brain. It was way too intense. She was overwhelmed with shame and vexation. Without a second thought, she bit his tongue.
Shen Mochen groaned as he opened his eyes. His dark gaze locked on Shui Miaomiao.
The taste of his blood spread in her mouth.
Shui Miaomiao let go of his tongue only when she was sure that he wouldn't make his next move.
Mad, Shen Mochen glared at her.
"Didn't you agree to let me eat your bottom? What are you doing now?"
Shui Miaomiao, "..."
Bottom.
Cooking noodles.
("Bottom" and "cooking noodles" have the same sound in Chinese.)
President, you have got to be clear!
"I thought you were talking about cooking noodles," aggrieved, Shui Miaomiao protested weakly.
She had not been intimate with anyone ever since that night in the U.S.
Shen Mochen kept challenging her limits.
Shui Miaomiao was angry, very angry, extremely angry.
However, there was nothing she could do. She was helpless against Shen Mochen.
That was why she was frustrated.
She knew he tricked her.
Shen Mochen stared at her big watery eyes. There were aggrievance and accusation in them--his heart couldn't help but soften a little.
"Fine. Don't agree with this sort of request from men ever again. No man would be able to resist it," Shen Mochen stood up and looked at his palm. His forehead furrowed.
To his surprise, he was aroused when he was touching her. If she did not bit his tongue and woke him up, desire might have conquered him, and he would have had sex with her.
While he was deep in thought, Shen Mochen glimpsed at Shui Miaomiao and said in a hardened voice, "I'll wash my hands, and you should cook the noodles. They are in the freezer."