The man's movements were very gentle, tinged with affection.
Mo Shu's eyes were misty with a layer of fog, her face still very red.
But unlike the initial shyness at the start, this time, it was a flush of heat.
The weather had been hot recently, and the temperature of the indoor air conditioning was just right.
But after some exertion, Mo Shu could feel the thin sweat on his back.
Yu Siqiao, reluctant to leave, Mo Shu shifted slightly, the unfamiliar sensation on her body making her uncomfortable, yet after this contact, she felt like the distance between them had greatly shortened.
Yu Siqiao kissed her neck again and asked, "Tired?"
Mo Shu's hand had always been wrapped around his waist. Hearing his question, she suppressed a smile and said, "It's not like I was the one moving."
"So, not tired?" Yu Siqiao kissed her chin, his lips gradually wandering down, yet seeming reluctant, he bit her lightly, "If it wasn't for worrying about the child, I would make you cry."
