A quick tongue may be thrilling in the moment.
Ji Wei froze in place, realizing the gravity of what she had just confessed.
Suddenly, she felt a tight embrace around her waist—a pair of hot hands clasped her slender figure firmly. It was only then that Ji Wei snapped her gaze to the man beside her.
Gu Moqian pulled her into his arms from behind, his low, husky voice brushing against her ear: "Did you know? I've been holding back for days now."
The heat of his palm against her waist felt like a branding iron, and his darkly seductive words sent a flush straight to Ji Wei's cheeks.
"No, you're still injured," Ji Wei stated firmly, her voice full of moral conviction.
"With the right position…"
Gu Moqian's voice grew raspier, making Ji Wei tremble uncontrollably.
Realizing that continuing this topic might lead them down a dangerous path, Ji Wei quickly tried to break free from his embrace. "Mo Qian, we can talk about this when we get back… Mm…"
