Immediately, Qiao Mo felt a cool breath envelop her, cold and refreshing, suddenly intruding into her world, filled entirely with his presence.
He squinted slightly, seriously scrutinizing the woman beneath him.
She was beautiful, like a fine piece of silk, or a curled flower bud, violently impacting his senses.
His large hand slowly landed on her slender waist, applying a bit of force, causing Qiao Mo's body to stiffen slightly, her eyes tightly shut, thinking that once her eyes closed, it would all be over soon.
Yet, he was exceedingly patient, and Qiao Mo bit her teeth, feeling utterly embarrassed.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, her heart filled with bitterness.
She thought, if she downed a bottle of strong liquor, shed her clothes, shut her eyes, then with his roving heart and igniting desire, after a stormy embrace, it would all be over.
But unexpectedly, imagination and reality diverged.
