He kissed her little face and said softly, "Sleep."
Hearing this, Qiao Mo gently closed her eyes.
But nestled in his arms, she could still feel the burning heat from his body. After more than ten minutes had passed, his desire showed no signs of abating.
Fu Nancheng also lowered his eyes, struggling to endure.
These days, with her absence, he had been missing her like crazy. Now, with her warm, soft body in his embrace, and the faint fragrance emanating from her, it was undeniably testing his patience.
Just as he was pondering how to get through the night, suddenly, a warm, soft little hand lightly rested on him.
Qiao Mo's little face was flaming, yet she felt sorry for his struggle.
When he arrived, she hadn't missed the bloodshot veins in his eyes.
Even though he was so busy, he flew to see her just because she said one sentence. She really couldn't help but...
Fu Nancheng's Adam's apple bobbed, as his large hand covered her small hand, "Xiao Mo."
