Grandma Han smiled and said, "Go ahead, let's go down and eat together when the meal is ready."
Han Mo looked at Chen Yao and gestured with his hands with his eyes.
Chen Yao understood his look and took his hand with a blushing face.
Han Mo took her upstairs—
In his room.
When the door lock clicked shut, Chen Yao asked quietly, "Aren't you going to show me around? Why are you locking the door?"
Han Mo smiled and said, "Don't worry, there will be plenty of time to read it later."
As he spoke, he took her into his arms, lowered his head and gently kissed her bright red lips, and said softly: "Yaoyao, you are so beautiful today."
Shen Yao buried her head in his chest and said deliberately vaguely: "Is Mei only willing to give such a small kiss?"
After she finished speaking, she realized that her words were a bit too proactive, so she quickly shut her mouth and pretended nothing had happened.
But Han Mo heard every word. His eyes dimmed slightly, and he gently lifted her delicate chin with his fingertips. He chuckled softly and kissed her heavily.
Gradually...the positions where the two people were standing also changed step by step.
When Han Mo pinched Chen Yao's waist and pressed her on the bed and kissed her deeply, her consciousness became a little blurred.
She tugged at the skin on the back of his neck, trying to get him to stop kissing her so hard, but failed.
Han Mo didn't know what was wrong with him. As soon as his lips touched hers, his body began to heat up, and the desire to possess and plunder her became more and more intense.
After more than ten minutes, Han Mo seemed to have just come to his senses. He slowly released his hold on Chen Yao and got up from her.
Fortunately, they just kissed and didn't do anything else, so although their clothes were a little wrinkled, they were put back in order after a little tidying.
Han Mo cleared his throat, lowered his head and looked helplessly at the surging bulge, feeling that he really couldn't stand Chen Yao's teasing.
But he had to go downstairs to eat later, so he had to calm down quickly.
He thought about it, then walked over and poured two glasses of cold water, handed one to Chen Yao, and drank the other in one gulp.
When Chen Yao drank the water, she could still taste the aroma of the floral tea she had just drunk downstairs in her mouth. Unexpectedly, the fragrance lingered for quite a long time.
Somehow, she suddenly thought of Han Mo's frown and unhappy look when he was drinking the flower tea.
She smiled and raised her eyebrows at him, "By the way, Han Mo, you don't seem to like the scent of flower tea?"
Han Mo pursed his lips. The scent of the flower tea that had just rolled back and forth in his mouth while his tongue was slippery seemed to have... a unique charm.
He replied: “I don’t dislike it.”
Chen Yao smiled: "Okay, okay."
Han Mo put down the cup and said, "Let me show you around briefly, starting with my room."
Chen Yao stood up from the edge of the bed, looked around the room casually, and said, "Okay."
When she put down the cup of water casually, she suddenly saw a photo frame on the desk beside the bed.
In that photo frame was a photo of Han Mo himself.
Judging from the photos, he should have been very young at that time. The momentum and majesty between his eyebrows and eyes were far less than they are now. It was obvious that he had not experienced much in the world.
Chen Yao found it curious, so she picked it up and looked at it, and asked Han Mo: "How old were you when you took this photo?"
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