Jun Mohan's kiss seemed to have magic power, and Feng Sujin was bewitched in a daze.
At some point, his hands involuntarily hugged Jun Mohan's neck.
Under his passionate kiss, Feng Sujin's whole body went limp and numb, and she couldn't help but utter a sound in a daze, "Well, Mo Han, ah..."
Feng Sujin's voice was soft and feeble, like the melodious sound of a piano, falling in Jun Mohan's ears hundreds of times. The stimulation made his whole body ache, and he wished he could devour the person in his arms right away.
Jun Mohan felt the hot emotions surging in his body, so strong and hot like lava.
He found that the self-control he was proud of really didn't work when facing Feng Sujin.
He tried hard to hold back and restrain himself, but his emotions for her and his heartache for her came out, and he realized that he would really become animalistic.
Jun Mohan kissed Feng Sujin's lips and swallowed all the sounds she wanted to make.
Then he pulled the pillow cover and covered Feng Sujin's eyes.
"Mo Han..." Feng Sujin made a soft voice, not knowing why.
"Ajin, be good, obey me, and don't pull away."
He grabbed Feng Sujin's hands with one hand and told her not to pull off the pillow cover.
She just didn't want her to see her crazy, animalistic side.
Although he knew that she would surprise him every time and would not be afraid, he still didn't want her to see that side of him.
Because I love you deeply, I have worries.
He took off Feng Sujin's clothes, then turned her body over. When he saw the scars on her back, his heart hurt suddenly, as if a knife was cutting her.
Jun Mohan's eyes trembled, and there was a faint and dark light in them.
He attributed these scars to the Qingbao Society and the Qing family, and his murderous intention disappeared in a flash.
Fortunately, Lu Yunchuan didn't know what ointment someone used on Feng Sujin, and some of the injuries on her back were healed.
"Ajin, my Ajin..."
With a sigh, Jun Mohan kissed Feng Sujin's back bit by bit, lovingly and gently, with deep affection and deep distress in his voice.
Feng Sujin's eyes were blindfolded, and her body's senses were even more obvious. She could clearly feel his cold lips falling on the skin of her back, arousing a tremor inch by inch, which was more exciting than electric current.
"Mo... Mo Han..."
Her body was already emotionally moved, and she wanted to turn over and get closer to Jun Mohan, but he held her behind her back and kissed her.
She couldn't bear the torture of being so far apart, and her legs kept rubbing against the sheets, making moving sounds.
Jun Mohan didn't torture Feng Sujin on purpose, he wished he could love her better.
Maybe the heartache couldn't be vented or expressed, so he could only tell her his love and pain in the most primitive way.
He endured the surge in his heart and gave Feng Sujin the ultimate beauty.
He could ignore his own feelings, but he wanted his Ajin to feel happy from him.
But how could Feng Sujin feel his thoughts at this moment? She was so tortured that she cried out, "Well, you deliberately tortured me... bad guy..."
Jun Mohan held Feng Sujin's earlobe in his mouth, controlling Feng Sujin's hands with one hand, and lighting the fire with the other.
Hearing Feng Sujin's crying dissatisfaction, his heart seemed to be stabbed by something.
He sighed, he loved her so deeply, he would give her whatever she wanted, and now he could only protect her more deeply.