Her mind was in a blur as Mo Xun leaned in, his thin lips nibbling at her earlobe.
His breath was scalding hot, turning her ears red.
Tang Zhiluo gasped, her voice lazy and seductive.
Mo Xun's body tensed, his hand inside her skirt, becoming increasingly unrestrained...
Tang Zhiluo's breathing became more and more erratic.
Her mouth dry and her tongue parched.
"Mo Xun..." she called his name in a breathy voice.
"Good girl," Mo Xun's voice seemed to carry a hook, entrancing Tang Zhiluo completely.
With a lift of his hand, he stripped off the skirt beneath her blanket.
Tang Zhiluo instinctively curled up.
He wouldn't allow it, pressing down on her legs...
Tang Zhiluo knew there was no escape, closed her eyes, her eyelashes trembling slightly, uneasy and afraid to move.
"It's okay, let it out," the burning man wrapped around her reminded softly.
Tang Zhiluo was terribly scared, her whole body tense.
But at this moment, she didn't know what to say.