"Okay, I'll give you your freedom. Tomorrow morning, I'll let you go."
Mo Chuan took a deep breath, turned over and pressed on her, staring into her eyes, "But tonight, you are mine."
She nodded softly: "You are the king of a country. You stick to your word and seal the deal."
His heart ached again.
In her heart, he and she only have transactions and no feelings
Is her blood really cold? !
"Okay." He said one word with force.
She stopped talking, slowly raised her arms, and hooked them around his neck. A faint smile appeared on her cold face, like a budding flower blooming its petals, which made him lose consciousness for a moment.
He raised his hand and took off his mask, lowered his head and kissed her lips.
She didn't dodge or resist, but tightened her arms around his neck and closed her eyes.
Lips and teeth collided, entangled endlessly.
If she was water before, then she turned into fire this night, burning him fiercely and releasing all the passion in his heart.
He hugged her tightly and kissed her hard, over and over again, as if he was about to say goodbye to each other. His lips fell hotly on her eyebrows, eyes, and lips, with burning and urgent pressure.
She could barely breathe, but she hugged him tighter until there was no gap between their bodies.
It was a no-holds-barred night, and she really did what she said, letting him do whatever he wanted.
Happiness rose into the sky like fireworks, and then slowly scattered.
It was the best night of his life and one he would never forget.
When all the happiness had returned to calm, she lay in his arms. Although she was tired and weak, she turned around and turned her back to him.
"It's not yet dawn, and our agreement has not expired yet." He held her shoulders and asked her to turn around and face him.
There were still glistening beads of sweat on her forehead, and she was panting slightly on her chest, but her eyes were closed.
"Yes." She responded softly, but did not open her eyes.
He covered her body again and pressed his lips against hers. She obviously lost strength, but he didn't want to let her go.
Because as soon as daybreak comes, she will no longer be his.
If it’s not enough, no matter what, it’s not enough!
He already knew how to make her happier. He wanted her to remember this night as he would.
Her breathing began to intensify, she sweated profusely, and her brows furrowed tightly, as if in pain and pleasure.
"If you're happy, scream out." He whispered in her ear, biting her earlobe with his teeth.
Her face was crimson, almost bleeding, her eyes seemed to be covered with mist, and she bit her lower lip hard.
"Say, my name!" His breathing was as rapid as hers, and his heart was beating in his chest.
"Mochuan." She called out and closed her eyes tightly, with bright tears rolling down from the corners of her eyes.
He bent down and kissed away the tears on her face. He tasted a touch of bitterness and salty taste on the tip of his tongue. His heart was filled with emotion, and his eyes couldn't help but filled with tears.
"Ning'er, are you happy?" He hugged her tightly and pulled the quilt pitifully to cover him and her.
"Happiness." She replied with a low breath, the residual heat from just now had not dissipated, and her cheeks were still red.
She didn't want to deceive him, nor did she want to deceive herself.
He did give her happiness she had never felt before.