The handcuffs from last time had been turned into a toy by Milk again. This is beyond embarrassing.
"I don't agree to throw them away." Mo Qian's deep voice broke the silence as he lightly tilted her beautiful chin with one hand, staring into her eyes filled with surprise. "This was the first birthday gift you gave me. I can't bear to throw it away."
"But..."
"I won't let your gesture go to waste." As he spoke, his lips slowly inched closer, their noses nearly touching. "We'll use them slowly... until they're all used up someday."
A box full of items being used, round after round—it'd take at least dozens of bouts, right?
At that thought, Ji Wei's legs grew weak, and her cheeks burned like molten lava. The man's breath, so close, only tightened her body further, making her breathing quicken.
The next second, Mo Qian's lips pressed against hers, sealing them in a deep kiss.
