His lips pressed against hers again, with burning pressure, coaxing her tongue to dance with him.
Her mind became drowsy, and the familiar feeling of intoxication came back to her.
His kisses and kisses no longer disgusted her, but seemed to have a kind of magic that made her body start to tremble.
The waves lapped at her, and he was the only piece of driftwood she could hold on to as she floated in the water.
She clung to his neck to keep herself above the water. She raised her head and gasped, and his lips fell on her neck, going down her beautiful neck.
Time seems to have stood still.
She didn't know how much time had passed before she slowly regained consciousness from the explosive brief blankness and opened her groggy eyes.
Her eyes were dark and she saw nothing. She could only hear the sound of low and steady breathing in her ears.
She turned her head slightly and realized that her eyes were still covered with silk, and the soft and comfortable mattress beneath her was not the steaming bathtub.
This made her feel ashamed.
Because she had no idea when he wiped her body off and carried her to bed, nor did she know how long she had been asleep.
One of the man's arms hugged her slender waist tightly. The place where the skin met was hot and warm, but her cheek was even hotter.
Damn it, bastard!
She cursed in a low voice, not sure whether to curse herself or the beast.
In fact, he didn't really force her this time. She once again lost her mind in his kiss and regarded him as another person.
The man's even and steady breathing told her that he was sleeping, and sleeping deeply.
At the same time, she also found that her hands and feet were free. Maybe the man thought she had fallen asleep, so he relaxed his vigilance and did not tie her up.
But despite this, her whole body was sore and weak, and she was even more tired than after running a ten-thousand-mile marathon.
She gritted her teeth, raised her hand, and pulled off the silk scarf covering her eyes. A silver mask with white light fell into her eyes.
The man was sleeping deeply and soundly. He was lying on his back facing the sky. The faint moonlight shone on his mask, giving it a soft luster. Not only did it not look ferocious, but it had a strange sense of beauty.
Shen Ning slowly raised her arms and stared at him intently. The man didn't notice at all. His completely relaxed posture was not a pretense. He fell asleep beside her every night in the past few days. It's so sweet and unpretentious.
Maybe it's because her hands and feet are always tied up.
But this time he was negligent. Perhaps he thought that the long period of activity had exhausted her strength, or perhaps he thought that she had become his tamed prey and would never resist again.
Shen Ning decided to give him a fierce fight back and tell this beast that he was wrong and that he had made a fatal mistake!
She slowly stretched out her hand, and her fingertips lightly touched the cold mask, but the man still didn't notice it.
She grasped the edge of the mask, tightened it slowly, and then pulled hard.
The mask fell off her hands, and the man's face was exposed to her without any obstruction, and she could see it clearly under the watery moonlight.
The mask in Shen Ning's hand fell down, her eyes widened, and her face was full of disbelief.
The man's facial features were surprisingly handsome, exquisite and flawless, with thick long eyebrows, a straight nose, and thin and tough lips. They looked like rocks and hard, but they were so soft when he kissed her body.