"I don't want to!" the woman claimed insincerely.
"But I miss you a lot, baby, I have so many things I want to tell you," Mo Siluo leaned down, gently kissing the woman's earlobe, his large hand at her waist becoming restless, his voice noticeably husky, "Come to my room?"
Wen Wan glared fiercely at the man, trying to struggle out of his embrace, only to be held even tighter and eventually half-dragged, half-carried into his bedroom.
The moment the door locked behind them, Wen Wan felt her body fall backward...
The room was dark, no lights on, giving Wen Wan a strong feeling of insecurity. Her hands instinctively reached for the man's solid arms. Soon, she was tossed onto a soft, large bed; while her head was still spinning, a weight landed on her before she could cry out, and the man precisely sealed her lips with his own.
"Mmm—mm—" Wen Wan's hands pressed against the man's shoulders, pushing twice, only to invite an even deeper possession from him.