Then, lyrical light music began to play.

Everything was just right, and Chu Yuan refused to believe that Ning Mochen wouldn't take the bait.

She counted in her mind, one second, two seconds, three seconds... After about ten seconds, the man's amber eyes turned into a familiar light brown, his handsome face, which made her heart race, pressed down, and then, his restrained red lips covered hers.

Chu Yuan instinctively closed her eyes, her lips curving slightly, her heart filled with the joy of a fish taking the bait.

He was infinitely happier than when he had schemed against Gu Qingyan and Bai Weiwei.

Ning Mochen's long, slender hands held her waist, lingering on her lips.

Even though he had done the same things many times in his dreams, he was still adorably clumsy in reality.

The scorching heat seemed to burn her up as well.

Chu Yuan waited for a while, but he didn't go any further. Like a child licking a candy, he was reluctant to eat it all at once, but instead carefully and slowly savored it.

It's incredibly grueling.

But Chu Yuan didn't interfere with him. She responded lightly, and after a while, her hand went along the man's waist, slipped inside his shirt, and then slowly climbed up his back.

During this process, Ning Mochen was clearly stunned for a moment, then kissed Chu Yuan even more passionately and pushed her onto the sofa.

Holding her waist gently, Chu Yuan sat on the back of the sofa. It was a little uncomfortable, but she was finally at the same level as Ning Mochen, so he didn't have to bend his head and bear the bending force on his spine.

He paused, then pried open Chu Yuan's lips and teeth, making a deeper demand of her.

Inside, the lighting was beautiful, the music was pleasant, and the atmosphere was wonderful.

Chu Yuan was enjoying herself, her breath filled with the refreshing scent of Ning Mochen's jasmine toothpaste. Her mind was probably a little sluggish from lack of oxygen.

She didn't realize at all that the jasmine-scented toothpaste was for her own use.