Mo Chuan's tone was relaxed with a hint of teasing.
The girl's face turned redder and redder, with a faint blush on her fair skin. Mo Chuan's heart skipped a beat and he couldn't help but lower his head.
"Well, don't make trouble." She covered his mouth, and her laughter sounded like a silver bell: "I'm so ugly, but you can kiss me!"
"In my eyes, you will never be ugly."
He pulled away her hand, placed his warm and eager lips firmly on hers, and hugged her tightly.
She raised her arms and wrapped them around his neck. The two hugged and kissed tightly. Their hearts were immersed in the joy and sweetness of happiness, forgetting everything around them.
The air began to feel warm.
Her body was soft and warm, her skin was delicate and greasy, and wisps of sweet scent lingered on Mo Chuan's nose. He gradually began to lose control and slid his lips down her long and white neck.
"No, Mo Chuan, it's so itchy." She smiled and avoided his lips.
"Remember what I said? If you say no, I will kiss you once."
Mo Chuan hugged her and kissed her, but felt that it was not enough, so he strode to the bed and put her on the bed. He also pressed his body up, but did not cover her directly, for fear of hurting her, so he kissed her again. He pressed his lips to hers, blocking her mouth with a protest that she didn't have time to say.
He closed his eyes and kissed her intently and lovingly.
His lips were soft and hot, warm and scorching, with a scalding heat that penetrated straight into her heart.
Shen Ning blushed, panting, unable to bear his passion. She wanted to avoid him and let herself catch her breath, but he followed her closely and wouldn't let her go at all.
His kiss became more and more fiery and lingering, and her heart almost jumped out of her chest when he kissed her. Her cheeks were hotter than fire, but a numbing feeling swept through her like a tide, making her intoxicated.
Her eyes, which were still open, became blurred, looking at his handsome face, straight nose, and his thick, dark eyelashes...
She thought vaguely, this Mo Chuan usually looked cold, but who would have thought that when he became passionate, he was like a ball of fire, which could burn people and melt them. She was mortal and couldn't bear it. He is so passionate!
Now it's just a kiss, and he is so enthusiastic. But if he waits until the wedding night, will he transform into a beast and eat her to the bone
She shivered suddenly.
Mo Chuan was kissing her drunkenly, and when he felt her trembling, he let go of her and asked, "Ning'er, are you cold?"
His whole body was on fire, his body was hot, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. He was extremely hot, but she was shivering.
He looked at her in his arms. Her cheeks were rosy, and her lips had become red and moist because of his kiss. The girlish shyness on her face made people's hearts beat. She was obviously as emotional as him. .
"No, I'm not cold." She shook her head, remembering her ridiculous idea just now, and her face turned redder.
"You're blushing, tell me, what were you thinking when I kissed you just now, eh?"
His gaze seemed to penetrate her thoughts, which made her panic and she quickly closed her eyes.
"I...I didn't think about anything."
"Think nothing?" Mo Chuan's fingers gently touched her face and traced her full and red lips.