When An Mo finally pulled back, a thin line of saliva stretched between them in the dim light of the inner room.
He looked down at her with a deep, intense gaze, his chest heaving slightly as his breath hitched. His own lips were red and swollen from the friction, and Su Qinglan's were incredibly moist, flushed, and parted as she gasped for air.
"Hah... hah..." Her shallow breaths trembled in the quiet room.
Looking at the beautiful female trapped beneath him, An Mo felt a sudden, powerful urge to pin her down all over again just to taste that sweetness once more.
'This is truly a good thing,' he thought to himself, his golden eyes darkening with primitive hunger.
"Lan Lan," he murmured, his voice thick, raspy, and overflowing with emotion.
"So, did you get my answer? Now it is your turn to answer me. Is it a yes or a no?"
He asked her directly, locking his gaze onto hers and leaving absolutely no room for her to dodge.
"Ngh..."
