The man slowed the pace, cherishing and guiding her. Mi Yao had already sensed his change and effort, her heart filled with emotion, for women are sensitive creatures. Thus, she stretched out her small hands to embrace his lean waist, beginning to respond shyly.
She hadn't responded before, but when she did, Huai Fu Yue Ming's scalp tingled. He kissed her fiercely twice, then collapsed beside her.
Raising a hand to his forehead, dissatisfaction was evident on his handsome face.
Mi Yao's delicate face was already burning with a blush. She slowly turned to her side, leaning against Little Bud to sleep.
At that moment, a strong arm encircled her slender, soft waist; the man pressed tightly against her from behind, "Little thing, I'll let you off for tonight!"
