At that time, Mo Qian was holding Ji Wei's nape with one hand, his entire body almost completely pressed against hers. She couldn't help but tremble lightly, reaching out to push him away, and reluctantly moved her lips to escape his kiss, "Not here..."
Mo Qian's eyes were ablaze, brilliant yet seemingly beguiling, making Ji Wei almost lose herself.
The man's thin lips brushed across her cheek, his voice hoarse as he spoke, "Alright, I'll carry you in. It's time for us to sleep."
His talk of sleeping was obviously not just covering up with a quilt and closing their eyes. Hearing him talk like this, Ji Wei's somewhat calmed heart accelerated suddenly.
The next second, she suddenly found herself suspended in mid-air, the man's strong arms lifting her horizontally and walking toward another bedroom.
Mo Qian placed her directly onto the bed, and his whole body immediately pressed down, the two of them tumbling into the soft bedding together.
