"I love you too... but right now, I want to feel you more." She took his hand and placed it on her chest, her voice trembling slightly. "Duan Mu, you will love me well, right?"
He noticed that her hands were trembling.
Duan Mu's gaze darkened. He felt a sense of being out of control, but he didn't have time to think about anything else. All he had to do now was try his best to comfort the girl in front of him.
She was extending a warm invitation to him; he couldn't refuse, could he?
Unlike his usual gentle kisses, a passionate one landed on her lips. His hand behind her back slowly unzipped her skirt, and as he pressed her down on the bed, he gently bit her earlobe and whispered, "It will hurt a little at first... but I can promise you, I can make Fengguang happy very soon."
Her face flushed, but she hugged the man on her body even tighter.
The scenery that night seemed like that of a person who had fallen into the water. She could only cling tightly to a piece of driftwood, rising and falling with this only piece of driftwood, facing wave after wave of storms and waves. And Duan Mu was that piece of driftwood.
She couldn't help but make shy sounds, and couldn't help but ask for more, until a near-death pleasure suddenly came over her. She was held tightly and kissed... Finally, in the comforting voice, she finally fell asleep because she had lost too much strength.
Feng Guang kept telling herself not to sleep too long; time was a precious thing to her. But when she opened her eyes again and woke up in the man's arms, her consciousness was only blurred for a moment before she suddenly sat up. "What time is it?"
"Two o'clock in the afternoon." A hand pulled her back onto the bed, and a thin blanket covered her body. He rolled over and pressed himself against her, first kissing her deeply for a long time, then asking in a low, husky voice, "Are you alright?"
She then realized she wasn't dressed, her face flushed again, and she didn't know where to look. Finally, she said, "It's alright..."
He chuckled softly, "Are you hungry?"
"A little..."
He kissed her forehead. "I'll go cook. Fengguang can sleep a little longer."
"I'll be with you."
"good."
She couldn't wear her dress anymore, so she had to wear his shirt for now. But because she was much shorter than him, she could only wear it as a dress. Duan Mu helped her roll up the sleeves, then gently stroked her wrist, which still had scars, and kissed her lips. He said softly, "I'll go out and buy clothes for Feng Guang later."
"Hmm..." His clothes seemed to have a unique mature feel to them. She cupped her face in her hands, feeling incredibly excited.
After dinner, Feng Guang followed him to the door with longing eyes. Duan Mu, who was going to buy her clothes, suddenly had the illusion that he had a pet. He hugged her again and said, "I'll be back soon."
"good……"
Duan Mu left, but Feng Guang looked at the closed door with a sad expression. She sat back on the sofa alone and sat there for a while, feeling bored, before remembering to check her phone. Sure enough, it was full of calls and text messages from her father. Feng Guang simply replied, "I'm fine," and then tossed the phone aside.
She turned on the TV and, unexpectedly, saw a report about Duan Mu going to prison. No matter which TV station it was, it was the same news. She was stunned for a moment, then quickly took out her phone. The same information was all over the internet. And supposedly, the first person to report this news was an entertainment reporter named Bai Xue.
At the same time, her phone rang. It was Duan Mu calling. "Fengguang, I have some things to discuss with Yao Feng. I might be back a little late."
"I understand...you don't need to worry about me."
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