Feeling the man's eager kiss, Ye Qiao was stunned for two seconds, then relaxed and pressed close to him once more.
Absence makes the heart grow fonder.
This time, she had been away for more than ten days, as he couldn't accompany her due to work. Despite their daily phone calls, there was still no physical contact, and the truth is, she missed him too.
Lips and teeth entwined, their breath turned scorching.
Lost in the kiss, they forgot they were on a narrow coffee table, and with a brief indulgence, they had already rolled off one side, falling onto the carpet.
Originally, Ye Qiao was on top, but now she was under him, her arm bumping against the sofa leg as she gave a soft cry.
"How are you?" Ji Mo propped up one arm, looking at her worriedly, "Where did you get hurt?"
"Don't worry about that!" Ye Qiao lay on the carpet, raising her face to look at the concerned man, lifting her hand to grasp his shirt, unbuttoning one of his buttons, "Show me how much you miss me!"
