However, halfway through, Mu Lingqian frowned, because he found that doing such things while clothed didn't allow him to fully possess the woman beneath him.
He frowned and stripped off his clothes, then scooped up Wen Xiangyang onto the bed.
This woman, writing all sorts of jumbled nonsense. It's more his style to hold the woman beside him without any barriers, connecting skin to skin intimately.
Wen Xiangyang passed out from his manipulations, her eyes teary. Yet, less than half an hour later, she was awoken by Mu Lingqian's rough handling. Looking at the indifferent man on her, Wen Xiangyang faints again.
This lasted until the latter half of the night. Wen Xiangyang's hand was always cuffed until she woke up the next day. One of her hands was still hooked in the handcuffs, with Mu Lingqian sleeping next to her.
Wen Xiangyang couldn't blame Mu Lingqian, after all, she was the one who'd written those words and let him find out. She was so ashamed that she wanted to hide.