Si Mingjing bit down hard on the man's shoulder, but Mo Yinhe didn't even grunt. He had learned his lesson from the previous night's experience. Even if a chunk of flesh were bitten off his shoulder, he still resolutely refused to let go.
He had waited for five years, yearned for five years—how could he possibly let her slip away just because it hurt?
"Baby, no running away!"
Mo Yinhe flipped over, pressing her entire body seamlessly into his embrace, his hands braced on either side of her head. His tall and majestic body weighed down on her, his husky breathing almost at her ear as he spoke, "Be good."
Si Mingjing's forehead ached. Listen to him, my foot!
Right now, her whole body felt hot and restless; all she wanted was to take a cold shower!
