The zipper was pulled open by him, and the dress automatically parted and slid down on either side. Feeling her powerlessness, Ji Mo reached out to hold her, letting the dress slip off at her feet. He then took a step forward and laid her flat on the bed.
"Ji Mo..."
Ye Qiao instinctively curled up, hoarsely calling out his name, her eyes already filled with a watery glow, revealing a yearning he understood.
Bending down, he kissed her dry lips again. He slowly pressed down, then suddenly remembered something and abruptly straightened up.
"What's wrong?"
Ye Qiao opened her eyes in shock.
Ji Mo frowned and whispered hoarsely, "I... I didn't prepare..."
Ye Qiao paused for a moment before realizing what he meant. She reached out to grab his clothes, stopping Ji Mo, who was about to go buy something.
"Then don't use it!"
"But..."
Ye Qiao supported herself and held onto his shoulder.
