No one responded from behind.
Mo Xun, with a stomach full of fire, turned around, and there she was, lying on his back, sleeping soundly, breathing evenly.
He was so angry that he went out to drink. She didn't even call once and was sleeping so soundly at home?
Mo Xun, displeased, lifted her face and kissed her.
Initially, it was out of anger, wanting her to be uneasy too, but upon touching her lips, he couldn't quite hold back, and the kiss became lingering and passionate.
Especially since she was actually responding to him.
Tang ZhiLuo thought she was dreaming about Mo Xun.
It wasn't her first time, groggily kissing back the man, her voice very soft, "Mo Xun..."
Mo Xun was shocked.
She was actually responding?
At night, just a touch would make her scream like that.
And now she's so enthusiastic, wrapping her arms around his neck, even pressing her red lips forward.
Mo Xun felt a fiery heat all over, breathing heavily, "You clearly want it, why did you refuse at night?"