Xia Chuqing was completely stunned. The first time, she mistakenly thought he was drunk. The second time, she was the one who was drunk. But this time, neither of them was drunk, neither of them had any alcohol!
Moreover, this kiss was gentler than the previous two times.
Clearly, someone was getting more skilled.
The touch of lips, the gentle collision, and the ambiguity in the room soared to an unprecedented level.
At that moment, Xia Chuqing's body felt as if it had been shocked, a tingling numbness overtaking her.
Xiao Mo took the opportunity to wrap his arms around her waist and pressed her against the wall beside them.
Her back was against the wall, her front against Xiao Mo's firm chest.
Xiao Mo was wearing a shirt, Xia Chuqing was wearing a nightgown, and the friction between them ignited like sparks of passion.
Xia Chuqing tried to push Xiao Mo away; she wanted to push him away, but her strength was insignificant compared to his.
