The wedding night... which is basically rolling around in bed!
Although Feng Guang was drunk, she still remembered the incident. Even in her drunken state, she was unusually agitated. However, she quickly lost interest and said, "You don't even like me, so I won't sleep with you."
The phrase "rolling in the sheets" is quite interesting when used to describe the wedding night.
Mo Qing chuckled, her tone indifferent, "Your claim of being devoted to me, is it all a lie?"
“Of course it’s true!” she raised her voice. “But sex should be something that comes with mutual affection. Every woman’s body is precious, and they should be reserved for someone they love who also loves them.”
Mo Qing casually asked, "What if I said I like you?"
She paused for a moment, then pouted, "I don't believe it. Humph, men are all the same. They'll say anything to sleep with a woman."
"You don't believe I like you?"
She shook her head. "I don't believe it."
"Then I'll do something to make you believe me." He lowered his head and kissed her lips.
Feng Guang's mind went blank for a moment. She felt that the scene was very familiar. After thinking for a long time, she remembered that she had experienced a similar scene not long ago, except that her role was reversed.
Unlike the gentle kiss before Feng Guang, Mo Qing, now in control, kissed her more intensely and passionately. He pried open her teeth, searched for her tongue, and lured her to dance with him. When she was clearly struggling to keep up, he didn't soften his stance but instead launched an even more aggressive assault until he felt a sharp pain on the tip of her tongue.
He stepped back slightly and saw her panting heavily, her face even more flushed. He gently bit her moist lips and asked softly, "Are you a dog?"
A question mark seemed to appear in her eyes.
He asked again, "Otherwise, how come you're so good at biting people?"
Feng Guang was half sober now, and she glared at him, her face flushed, "You're the one who's like a dog!"
"It's okay if you like biting people." Mo Qing carried her back to the inn he had booked in advance. Entering the room, he placed her on the bed, gently stroking her burning cheek, and whispered, "I'm willing to let you bite me, no matter where you bite..."
Her heart suddenly raced, and she almost couldn't breathe.
He joked, "What? Did you get heatstroke again?"
"Mo Qing, you big pervert!" She grabbed a pillow and threw it at him, but he easily dodged it. Not only that, she felt a weight on her body; it turned out he had already pressed down on her.
Mo Qing seemed to be in a good mood. For someone like him who rarely showed his emotions, the word "seemed" was the only appropriate word. "I didn't say anything inappropriate. Why would Feng Guang call me a lecher?"
Her face flushed red, and she couldn't speak, because it seemed that no matter how she answered, she would appear to be the one who was being tainted. So, she could only puff out her cheeks, look at him pitifully, and pretend to be helpless.
But Mo Qing was still susceptible to her charms. Her exceptional beauty had the urge to seduce him, and he couldn't remain unmoved, so he gave in and kissed her lips again.
Perhaps it was the intoxication that amplified her senses, for she couldn't help but fall into the kiss, her hands unconsciously wrapping around his neck. After a long while, the kiss ended, her gaze hazy, while he was unable to restrain himself.
"Fengguang also thinks... today is a good day for rolling around in bed, right?"
"Hmm..." She nodded, then quickly came to her senses. She pushed him off her, then lay on top of him, sitting on his waist. She said seriously, "Okay, we've rolled around, we can go to sleep now."
Mo Qing: "..."
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