Mo Shu tilted her head back, her eyes shimmering with slyness, and whispered softly, "Then what more do you want?"
Faced with such a look from her, Yu Siqiao found it hard to resist and lowered his head. His palm gently caressed her chin as he said, "If I'm to bully, I must do it properly."
Mo Shu's clear eyes hooked, captivating, as she leaned in, "I've never bullied anyone, can you teach me?"
Her voice was low and soft, languid and lingering, like a temptress bewitching the world.
Yu Siqiao felt as if a string in his chest had been plucked, and he bowed his head, sealing her red lips fiercely.
With his palm supporting her lower back, Yu Siqiao pried open her lips. His invasive actions were far from tender, but Mo Shu really enjoyed the sensation.
Yu Siqiao was undeniably assertive. This powerful sensation of possession was not exactly gentle, yet it afforded Mo Shu an indescribable sense of security.
