"What were you laughing about just now?" Mo Xun leaned over, bit her lips, talked to her, and kissed her.
Tang ZhiLuo was rendered dry-mouthed by his fervent kiss.
She had been teased during the day; now, overly sensitive, she lay sprawled on the bed like water, enduring Mo Xun's passionate kissing.
"Umm..." Jiaojiao's voice popped out from her throat...
Mo Xun was taken aback.
She was moved.
Clutching at his shirt, as if trying to hold onto something but unable to grasp it, her rationale became muddled...
Mo Xun hugged her waist tighter, "Tell me, what were you laughing about?"
Impressed by him, having the mood to chat at this time...
Tang ZhiLuo's eyes were blurry, hazily saying, "Mo Xun, do you want to wear the Wedding Ring?"
"Wedding Ring?" He looked up at her.
"Uh-huh." Tang ZhiLuo's eyes were wet, her long hair spread on the pillow. Her sleep dress was messy, her entire appearance was tender and soft, irresistibly enticing.