Gently pinning Mo Ran down on the □□, he braced his hands on either side of her, his breath unsteady.
"Ranran, does your head still hurt?" Mo Ran still had a bandage on her head, the wound not yet fully healed.
She understood his meaning and shook her head with a smile, "It doesn't hurt."
"Then, can you handle this?" After all, her body hadn't fully recovered yet, and he was worried she couldn't bear it.
The old Gu Yixuan would have just gone for it; there was none of this hesitation and cautiousness.
Mo Ran found it amusing, she reached out and hooked his neck, pulling him down towards her, their lips meeting.
This response was very direct.
Gu Yixuan let out a muffled groan, holding her tightly and urgently craving for more.
If a few days passed without touching her, he would crave desperately; by his calculations, it had been about a week since he last touched her.
He missed her scent, missed everything about her, and today he was determined to have a good time with her.
