This feeling was all too familiar. Mo Shisheng felt a sharp pain in her temples. She had clearly intended to give Ming Beiya the cold shoulder, so how did the two of them end up together again last night?
She glanced down at the man in front of her and found his stunningly beautiful face buried against her chest.
Mo Shisheng's lips twitched slightly. Enduring the soreness, she raised her hand to push his head and found that her fair arm was covered with spots of bright red.
Some colors are light, some are dark; it's obvious that old wounds haven't healed, and new ones have been added...
"stand up……"
Mo Shisheng was shocked by her own hoarse voice as soon as she spoke, all thanks to Ming Beiya!
The sound of her raising her hand startled the man. He lifted her from her soft chest and looked down at her, a wicked smile appearing on his exquisitely beautiful face. He gently kissed her chest and said, "Good morning, Asheng."
Mo Shisheng glanced at Ming Beiya indifferently, "Get up."
Why is your voice so hoarse?
A smile flickered in Ming Beiya's eyes. When he stood up, he was not wearing any clothes. Mo Shisheng slowly closed his eyes.
Seeing this, the man leaned down and lightly kissed her lips. "Ah Sheng really liked it last night, and told me not to stop, so..."
Before Ming Beiya could finish speaking, the girl, who had been keeping her eyes closed, suddenly opened them wide and glared at him coldly, "Get out!"
Even after being kicked out, the man wasn't angry. He slowly dressed, got up to pour Mo Shisheng a glass of warm water, and when he returned to the bedside, he gently helped the girl up.
The blanket slipped off her body, revealing two soft, white mounds. Ming Beiya smiled and reached out to cover her with the blanket, then restlessly gave them a squeeze.
Mo Shisheng was drinking water and couldn't speak, so she could only give him a coquettish glare.
Her beautiful, shimmering eyes seemed to hold a thousand charms, yet they were utterly harmless. All that remained was a desire for Ming Beiya to hold her close and cherish her once more.
After drinking the water, Ming Beiya put the cup aside, picked up the girl, and placed her in the bathtub. The hot water was kept boiling, so there was no worry about a shortage.
After gently washing the girl, Ming Beiya also took off his clothes and entered the bathtub.
Mo Shisheng had plenty of space lying inside by herself, but by the time Ming Beiya sat down, a lot of the water had overflowed.
Mo Shisheng rolled her eyes at Ming Beiya, too lazy to say a word to him.
"Ah Sheng, if you don't talk to me, I'll have to resort to special methods."
Ming Beiya smiled faintly and gently pressed his hand on the girl's fair shoulder.
Before she could even process what Ming Beiya meant, Mo Shisheng didn't even have time to say anything to change her mind.
He held Mo Shisheng in the bathtub and took her once, until she was completely exhausted and could barely speak. She finally understood what special method Ming Beiya had used to make her speak! Thinking of the shy moans that had just escaped her lips, her face burned uncontrollably.
As if venting her anger, she bit down on the man's neck, but because she was too weak, she could only leave a shallow tooth mark. Ming Beiya wasn't annoyed; seeing the marks he had left on the girl's body only made him feel satisfied.
After he changed his clothes, he helped Mo Shisheng put on her clothes as well, changed her into warm shoes, and put on her cloak. Then, like holding a child, he steadily supported her bottom with one hand, letting her comfortably lean against him.
Her hand rested lightly on his shoulder, without any strength, and she didn't want to move at all.
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