Qu Mozhang's breathing speeded up a little bit, his fingers slowly gripped the sheet, and his right hand was wrapped around Lin Qinghan's shoulder, humming impatiently.

But Lin Qinghan was very patient tonight. Just teasing her sensitive ear beads made Qu Mozhen feel soft: "Qinghan...you, don't you...um."

Lin Qinghan saw her ruddy complexion and sweating on her forehead. His kiss moved to the neck, his hands hovering along her waist and abdomen, and then reached a spot of water.

When she pressed her body, Qu Mozhan snorted, raised her head and bit her finger, the mist in her eyes gradually dispersed. Lin Qinghan stared at her almost instantaneously, and then moved slowly.