Chapter 253 Let's do it again, okay?

He hadn't done it in a long time, and he was afraid that if it took too long, the kitten would get dizzy again, just like the first time.

We still need to give her some time to rest.

But he still didn't let her off the hook verbally.

"Huang Momo, how long has it been, and you've already given up?"

"Don't you have any self-respect?"

Momo lay there, motionless, breathing slightly.

Hearing this, she turned her head slightly and could indeed see the clock hanging on the wall.

It's almost one o'clock.

In other words, from the time they arrived at the hotel, excluding the time spent washing up and the man talking downstairs, the entire exercise session had already lasted about an hour and a half.

Momo deflated instantly; an hour and a half was already her limit.

But the man behind her acted as if nothing had happened, as if he was just getting into the swing of things.

You might just start to feel something, and then you stop yourself from doing so.

That's absolutely terrifying.

Momo breathed softly, her face still flushed, so she buried her face in her arms.

I won't go see him.

Fu Yungui chuckled. Looking at her like this, she was like a cowardly turtle, pitiful yet adorable, and his lower body unconsciously reacted.

He calmed himself down, then bent down, scooped the person up from the table, held him in his arms, and walked towards the bathroom.

Momo was completely limp and obediently lay on his shoulder, not moving at all.

Her warm breath was almost touching the man's neck, and Fu Yungui couldn't help but gasp. His hand, which was originally on her waist, moved up her smooth back, then lifted the girl's round head and touched her ear.

The man deliberately pinched her earlobe, and the kitten, who was still panting, shuddered and suddenly sprang off his shoulder.

"What, what are you doing?" The girl's voice was soft and weak.

But there was an unconcealable nervousness in her tone, and when he touched her like that, it seemed as if her lower body also shrank back.

The man stared at her face, which was flushed, leaned in and kissed her lips, then touched the tip of her nose. "Don't do anything."

"I'll take you to bathe and put you to bed."

After saying that, he carried the person into the bathroom.

Momo was taken aback; she hadn't expected him to be so agreeable today.

She knew that his anger had not been relieved at all; in fact, the depth and meaning in his eyes were even stronger than before.

About ten minutes later, Momo was finally lying on that soft bed, just as she had hoped.

As soon as she touched it, she felt sleepy. After taking a hot shower, her tired body felt a little relieved.

She obediently lay on her side, pulling the blanket over her waist.

Fu Yungui came out of the bathroom, his upper body still naked, wearing only black shorts. His hard and well-defined chest was displayed in front of the girl, and his wet hair was dripping water down his abs.

Momo stared blankly, the rose on her chest blooming even more alluringly, and the girl subconsciously pursed her lips.

However, the wound next to it still hadn't healed. Perhaps the movement was too forceful, as the surrounding area seemed to have cracked open.

The man dropped the towel he was using to dry his hair, walked to the bedside, and looked up to see the kitten staring intently at him.

Fu Yungui chuckled, then went back to dry her hair before getting into bed.

When Momo saw him lift the blanket and come in, she kindly made room for him.

The man gripped the girl's waist with his large hand, pulling her back to press her tightly against him.

Even though she had just taken a shower, the temperature of his chest was still burning hot, and Momo couldn't help but tremble. Then she felt the man's face buried in her shoulder.

Fu Yungui subconsciously rubbed against that smooth, soft skin, his nose filled with the girl's pleasant scent.

"How about we do it again after you've rested a bit?"

Hearing these words almost brush against her earlobe, the man's voice was casual yet sexy, as if he were asking for her opinion, but in reality, it was a direct suggestion.

It was a blatant indication, even a notification, that she would have to go through it again later.

Although she was not averse to intimacy with him, her body and mind could not withstand the man's madness.

Just thinking about the scene from earlier, and especially the thought of having to relive it again, made Momo's face flush.

The man wasn't annoyed that she didn't speak; he simply raised his head slightly to glance at her.

Sure enough, given the kitten's sense of shame, even the roots of its ears quickly turned red.

"Is it good or not?" the man asked again, still trying to be kind.

It was as if they were genuinely seeking her opinion and thoughts.

As Momo listened, a glimmer of hope seemed to ignite in her heart. She pursed her lips and then asked softly, "Could...could we not do it?"

She herself couldn't quite believe it when she said it.

The girl's perky buttocks were already pressed against that aroused spot.

It was practically a blatant show of defiance against her.

How could he possibly forgive himself?

Momo subconsciously swallowed, but unexpectedly heard the man say, "Then when can I do it?"

His tone was very agreeable, as if we could discuss things with him.

"Tell me about it?"

As he spoke, the man's hand moved from her waist and slid down to her thigh.

Momo froze, her heart pounding, and immediately replied, "Tomorrow, how about tomorrow?"

She didn't dare say she'd do it again in a few days, because she knew the man wouldn't agree.

After she finished speaking, she didn't hear a response from the man for a while. Instead, his hands under the blanket became more and more inappropriate.

The girl's heart skipped a beat; she knew deep down that he wasn't satisfied with her answer.

She pursed her lips and shortened the time even further. "Then let me wake up, and we'll do it after I wake up?"

"Okay." This time the man responded generously.

Momo was somewhat surprised; things went much more smoothly than she had expected. The next second, she felt a lightness on her body as the man's arm left between her legs, passed over her head, and then quickly turned off the light.

"sleep."

The room was suddenly plunged into darkness. The girl abruptly closed her eyes, then slowly opened them again.

A dim yellow light remained on the bedside table, illuminating the bed and the two bodies pressed tightly together, their curves rising beneath the thin blanket.

The girl looked outside; the bright moonlight continued to sink westward.

The man's chest was still pressed against her back, burning hot.

She shifted her body slightly, lowering herself down to lie flat.

The man didn't react, letting her find the most comfortable position in his arms.

The palm of the hand does not move or touch anything randomly.

Seeing how quiet he was, Momo couldn't help but secretly turn her head to look at him.

The man lay on his side with his eyes closed, facing his own face, which looked incredibly handsome in the dim light.

Naturally thick eyelashes covered the man's deep eyes, and looking down, one could see his thin, cool lips.

"Go to sleep, Huang Momo, and don't look around."

The man's voice was languid and his tone was nonchalant, but a hint of pleasure could still be heard.