Without much conversation, the bedroom fell silent.
Half an hour later, Rong Shang suddenly turned on the room light. The intense light shone down, and Helian Junmo subconsciously closed his eyes.
In those few seconds, the man didn't hear anything, but when he opened his eyes, a cold and beautiful face was already in his sight.
His dark pupils suddenly contracted, and before he could say anything, Rong Shang had already sat down on his lap.
A chill ran down his leg, and Helian Junmo was startled. His collar was grabbed by her again.
Just then, Rong Shang suddenly lowered her head, leaned close to his ear, sniffed his shoulder, and then said thoughtfully:
You smell so good, but why does this scent not smell like yours?
Awkward, Helian Junmo, "..."
For Rong Shang, who already knew his whereabouts, teasing him like this was quite amusing.
But Helian Junmo didn't know that upon hearing her say that, he subconsciously unbuttoned his shirt and prepared to take it off.
His firm pectoral muscles were revealed, and the next second, a cool little hand covered his chest, accompanied by Rong Shang's playful laughter, "You said I could touch him anytime, so now I'm fulfilling my duty."
As she spoke, her hand had already moved down his chest.
Her heart raced, and her ears immediately turned red. Helian Junmo subconsciously raised his hand to grab hers to stop her, but Rong Shang's expression changed, and she said, "Don't touch me with your hand."
He touched that woman, and she was disgusted!
What she thinks in her heart is reflected on her face.
Seeing the look of disgust on her face, Helian Junmo pursed his lips, his brows furrowing unconsciously. "Why?"
"dirty!"
One word was enough to express her disdain.
dirty?
Helian Junmo raised an eyebrow. He suddenly thought of what had happened that night and felt quite dirty, though he had washed his hands when he got back.
He raised his hand and looked at it, then said with a strangely serious expression, "I washed my hands."
"Oh." She took his hand and smelled it, confirming that it was his scent before Rong Shang's expression softened.
"Then let's continue."
"Hmm?" The unexpected words came from above, and Helian Junmo raised an eyebrow, his gaze towards her becoming somewhat deep.
Before he could speak, Rong Shang pounced on him again and pinned him to the sofa.
Isn't it just touching?
Helian Junmo glanced at her and saw Rong Chang sit on his lap again; his handsome face flushed red instantly.
"what you do?"
"I'll touch you." Her face was clearly indifferent, but the way she said it somehow...
Speechless, Helian Junmo didn't know what to say. Besides, he had promised her this morning and couldn't refuse. He could only let her set him ablaze.
A cold hand touched his chest, then moved to his firm abs. She heard the man's soft breathing beside her ear. Rong Shang smiled with interest, "You're enjoying it?"
"No." Helian Junmo frowned, his handsome face already flushed.
They agreed that she could touch it back, but for a full fifteen minutes, her hand never stopped.
In her words, it doesn't count as one time until my hand leaves your body.
Gritting his teeth, Helian Junmo felt as if he were on fire from her teasing, his eyes growing increasingly dark, just when he thought he was about to lose control.
Rong Shang stopped and withdrew her hand.
At that moment, Helian Junmo almost swore.
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