"It's better when you feed me like this."
Mo Qian's breath carried the rich fragrance of red wine, making Ji Wei feel slightly light-headed.
Before she even had time to react, the glass of water in her hand was taken away by the man, and in the next second, her whole body was lifted up and gently placed onto the soft bed.
The bedside lamp went out.
Suddenly, the room was enveloped in an ambiguous darkness.
Ji Wei watched as Mo Qian undressed in the dark—first his suit, then his shirt, and finally his trousers...
With each garment falling, Ji Wei's heart pounded like a drum, loud and clear in the quiet night. It wasn't the first time, yet why did she still feel so nervous?
The man's body leaned forward, enveloping her completely in his arms, holding her tightly, their forms aligning seamlessly.
