The man's low and gentle voice was like a lover's intimate whisper.
But Luo Qiangwei didn't even open her eyes to look at him, her tone even more impatient than before, "Mo Shiche, I'm really tired and don't have the energy to play these games with you. Please, stop tormenting me."
Torment.
The man's lips paused for a moment at the corner of her eye.
Then, his thin lips moved downward, and his large hand deftly unbuttoned her nightgown, quickly stripping it off.
Luo Qiangwei clenched the bedsheets in her hands, and Mo Shiche clearly noticed that with each movement of his lips downward, her body tensed a bit more.
By the time he finished with patience and was about to take over, he realized that every inch of her body was tense and stiff.
It wasn't the nervousness that all women have, but the kind of reaction that comes from a true, deep reluctance.
Even the place he sought to enter was extremely dry.
If he forced himself, he would only hurt her.