He hadn't anticipated her action and frantically placed his hands on his sides.

Mu Jingjue's pupils widened, a little disbelieving her actions. The most intimate thing they did normally was just hugging and occasionally kissing, nothing like this, so ambiguous. He calmed himself down, then pulled away slightly. His lips pulled away from hers, staring at her with dark eyes and asking, "What do you mean by this?"

"Mu Jingjue, are you stupid, or am I?" She looked at him with a sweet smile, a touch of passion in her eyes, her hands tightly wrapped around his neck.

She knew what she was doing and what it meant.

She didn't want to think about what would happen in the future. She only cared about the present. Since he was jealous and cared, why should she let him care?

What's more, I seem to like him too.

Well, yes, I like him. He is Mu Jingjue. What's wrong with liking him?

"Don't regret it..." Before Mu Jingjue could say the word "regret", Song Ci had already pulled down his neck, blocked his mouth, and also blocked the words that he blurted out in his mouth.

She closed her eyes and kissed him on the lips.

Mu Jingjue's hands gripping the bed sheet tightened slightly, and the blue veins on his hands were clearly visible.

He no longer had any rationality left. His mind, which had just calmed down, was now like a wild horse that had broken free from its reins and could no longer be reined in. In this situation, even soaking in cold water for a whole night would not help.

If that's the case, why should he make things difficult for himself?

He gave her a chance, but she didn't want it, so why should he make himself suffer?

Thinking of this, the lips that were dominated by the woman just now now became his. He came at him with great momentum, and Song Ci had nowhere to hide, so he had to follow him passively.

The two kissed passionately on the bed, and the bedroom was full of spring.

Mu Jingjue put his arms around her waist, and Song Ci's body stiffened involuntarily for a moment, but Mu Jingjue didn't pay any attention to her strangeness. His fingertips fell on her waist, rubbing her waist subtly, which made her feel itchy, and she twisted uncomfortably.

Song Ci felt that the palms of his hands pressing against her waist were filled with burning heat and strong desire.

Mu Jingjue seemed to be at ease. Their lips met, their breaths intertwined, and on the messy bed, two figures were entangled with each other.

The long skirt had been removed at some point, revealing her delicate collarbone and beautiful waist curve.

The man's bathrobe had also been scattered on the ground. The woman had rosy lips, a rosy face, and watery eyes. She let out two delicate sounds from time to time. Song Ci felt a little ashamed and closed his mouth tightly, not daring to open it.

The man's movements were very gentle. He teased her from time to time and gently bit her sensitive waist and neck.

Song Ci in his arms closed her eyes tightly, her thick, long eyelashes fluttering. She clutched the bed sheet and begged for mercy, "Mu Jingjue, don't, don't bite."

She turned her head to avoid it, and Mu Jingjue was mischievous, lowering his voice to coax her: "Be good, shout it out."

"No, don't."

As a result, as soon as she finished speaking, she felt a wave of pain and couldn't help but let out a low cry, but the sound was immediately drowned out.

"Mu Jingjue, I'm going to kill you." Song Ci cursed fiercely, his hands still grabbing him.

She could only hear Mu Jingjue's warm breath against her ears and his joyful chuckle.

After an unknown amount of time, the bedroom finally became quiet and there was no movement. Song Ci had collapsed on the bed exhausted, not even having the energy to curse.

Mu Jingjue looked at the woman who had been tortured so badly. She looked like she had been deeply loved. She seemed particularly charming, and made people unconsciously slow down their movements.

"I don't want it anymore." Song Ci subconsciously blocked Mu Jingjue's hand when he stretched it out. This man was too scary. He was so energetic and had been going on for so long.

So much so that whenever he touched her, she subconsciously raised her hand to stop him.

Mu Jingjue chuckled, "Be good, I won't bother you anymore. Get up, take a shower and go to sleep."

"No, I'm so tired."

"No, take a shower before going to bed."

"No." Song Ci said coquettishly. She didn't have any strength at the moment, so how could she think about taking a shower?

Mu Jingjue threw back the quilt, got out of bed, and looked at the mess on the floor, his lips curled up slightly. He gently picked her up and went to the bathroom.

Song Ci did not refuse. He had already done it, so why should he care about this little exposure?

Since she was being served, she was too lazy to move.

When the warm water flowed down, she breathed a sigh of relief and suddenly felt very comfortable.

But as he was washing, Mu Jingjue's eyes suddenly changed and he secretly cursed himself as a wolf.

He turned off the water, and the next second, the man's hot lips and tongue came up. Song Ci suddenly opened his eyes and looked at the man in front of him. He couldn't help but want to curse, but as a result, it happened just as he wanted, and his tongue went in.

The man's hands wandered over the woman's body, and she could hear the man's suppressed groan. The next second, she was pressed against the glass, and blurry scratches were clearly visible on the foggy glass.

In the bedroom, there was a beautiful scene and Song Ci's scolding.