The air conditioning in the hotel room ensured Su Ziceng wouldn't feel cold even naked, yet she still anxiously grabbed Pello's hand.
But Pello had other parts that could move, such as his mouth. As Su Ziceng was pulling at his hand, his lips had already reached a tender spot.
A low moan echoed in her ear, Pello's hand skillfully dodged Su Ziceng's blocking hand. First, he tried to remove the piece of red fabric blocking him, then simply used his teeth to rip it off. Soon, saliva soaked the cloth, Su Ziceng watched Pello who was bowed down in front of her, both scared yet expectant.
She knew that compared to Wen Maixue, her relationship with Pello was almost fragile. If they got closer, it also meant she would elevate her status in Pello's heart. But must it be done this way?
