His voice was husky, accompanied by a warm breath that swept past her ear, eliciting a tickling sensation.
He wore a thin silk robe, and Mo Shu pressed softly against his chest, clearly feeling his heartbeat.
Beat by beat, his solid and broad chest provided a great sense of security.
Yu Siqiao wrapped his arms around her waist, lowered his head to capture her lips, and gently pried them open.
Mo Shu was already nervous, and feeling his tenderness, she hardly dared to breathe.
Yu Siqiao sensed it and restrained himself again, murmuring, "Don't be afraid."
Mo Shu's face burned, then she reached up to wrap her arms around his neck, saying, "I'm not afraid."
Yu Siqiao lifted her up and walked towards the bed, gently laying her down. Yu Siqiao then loosened the belt of his robe, pressing down on her, capturing her lips again, his hand caressing her waist and gradually moving upward to grasp her supple softness.
