Yu Siqiao froze in place as Xuyu felt Mo Shu unbuttoning his pajamas.
Mo Shu kissed his chest and abs, rendering Yu Siqiao breathless, his breathing becoming suddenly tight.
Bowing his head, his chin touched the top of her head.
The soft, fine hair brushed against his chin, and her warm lips gradually stirred up his wild thoughts.
Mo Shu pushed him, and as if he had been ready all along, Yu Siqiao lay flat beside her.
Mo Shu chuckled lightly, sounding just like a succubus from folklore, whispering, "Is this sincerity enough?"
Her sweet, soft voice melted his heart.
Before he could respond, Mo Shu had already leaned down to seal his lips with hers.
Yu Siqiao held her, reversing their roles, capturing her in a gentle yet dominant invasion.
Going along with him, Mo Shu closed her eyes, hands resting on his chest.
Their heated breaths intertwined under the dim light, their bodies mingled and wrapped around each other.
