Mi Yao looked at him coldly, "But I still think you're dirty, on the office desk with that replacement three years ago, and now with this maid on the ground!"
Huai Fu Yueming pressed hard against her red lips with his rough thumb until the color drained from them, "Do you think you're any cleaner? Haven't you been kissed by Fanno?"
Mi Yao leaned forward and bit his shoulder hard.
Stimulated, Huai Fu Yueming's blood surged with the desire to meld this woman into his very marrow, "Your little mouth is really something. I underestimated you before."
Mi Yao let go of him and then raised her delicate hand to unbutton her own clothes.
Under the moonlight, her silky white body was coated with a layer of holy light.
Huai Fu Yueming's pupils shrank.
