"I don't repeat myself," Jin Mo teased.
Tang Yan's eyes filled with mirth as he propped himself up on Jin Mo's arms, pinning her against the wall and lifted her, commanding, "Say it!"
Jin Mo felt her feet leave the ground, her entire body floating in mid-air, and his formidable arms squeezing her waist—it wasn't a particularly pleasant sensation.
"Put me down now!"
"It's okay not to say it; let's just get straight to the point then."
Tang Yan began to undress her without hesitation. In fact, there was no need to waste time; she was almost bare, her smooth skin exposed to the air. Tang Yan took one look and felt a hot sensation rushing to the top of his head.
Jin Mo furrowed her brows tightly, her body trembling slightly, and whispered, "Tang Yan, let me go, I don't want to do this."
Tang Yan's movements paused just for an instant before he buried his head in the crook of her neck, savoring her taste bit by bit, leaving ambiguous marks on her body.
