Facing Mu Qian's teasing, Wen Jiaren was somewhat overwhelmed, her red lips slightly parting as she breathed lightly, her beautiful eyes somewhat hazy.
He pressed on tightly, "Tell me, where have you refused, huh?"
As he spoke, his long and forceful fingers slowly penetrated deeper into her body.
A low moan escaped her throat; her pretty face flushed hot as she bit her lip and grabbed his hand, "Don't."
His hand paused, "Does your body feel uncomfortable?"
Damn!
He almost forgot, the Blood Oath on her had not been lifted.
Without waiting for her answer, Mu Qian had already lifted her and left the study.
On the soft bed, he held her in his arms, "Sleep, I won't do anything."
"Mhm."
Wen Jiaren rested on his arm, closing her eyes with a sense of security.
She felt very safe in his arms, sleepiness came quickly, but just as she was about to fall asleep, a familiar ringtone sounded. She opened her eyes—it was her cell phone ringing, there was an incoming call.
