Their hands were clasped tightly together...
After a long, long time, Zhou Mochen looked up, gave her palm a gentle squeeze, and released her hand.
He cleaned her with gentle, meticulous care.
He helped Xu Su get dressed, then bent down to capture her lips in a kiss.
He cupped her chin, leaving Xu Su no room to pull away. She was forced to accept his kiss.
She simply furrowed her brow and let him kiss her. But as the kiss deepened, she couldn't resist raising her hands to cup his face.
At that moment, Xu Su even felt he was doing it on purpose. 'He indulges my every whim, always trying to give me the best possible experience.'
'He's making it harder and harder for me to leave him...'
"Crying?" Zhou Mochen felt the dampness on her lashes and let out a soft chuckle. "Did it feel that good?"
"Mmm..." Xu Su wrapped her arms around his neck, burying her face in the crook of his neck and nuzzling against him with a soft hum. "I like it when you do this."
