"Little liar."
Mo Qian's hand suddenly froze, followed by a surge of intense kisses that overwhelmed her, swallowing her laughter between his lips and teeth.
She didn't even know when her clothes disappeared. The only thing Ji Wei could recall was the man's burning body pressing tightly against hers, his domineering possession, and the deep affection scattered across every inch of her skin…
Under the soft quilt, the two of them intertwined passionately. Ji Wei couldn't withstand the man's fiery intensity, even her toes curled up trembling.
Over an hour later.
Ji Wei lay sprawled on the bed, feeling like even moving a little would be an exhausting effort.
She didn't understand how Mo Qian could have such stamina—last night, this morning, now… She lost count of how many times they'd done it. How could this man have such boundless energy!
Ji Wei frantically ran her fingers through her hair.
