Her tears could make him lose control immediately.
Recalling the way he “bullied” her the last time, he felt a little mean and beastly.
The man’s eyes got deeper as he eyed her lips. He got closer slowly.
“Mo Yesi…” Qiao Mianmian got a little flustered when she saw the look in his eyes.
The desire was more than obvious.
She was getting afraid…
Her eyes flickered as her hand exerted some force on his chest, thinking about wringing her way out.
But the moment she felt how warm his skin was to the touch, she looked down and realized that he only had a towel wrapped around him. His upper body was completely nude.
She flushed and panicked.
A man and a woman in the washroom… she wrapped in the arms of a man with nothing but a towel.
This atmosphere was a little too dangerous.
Especially with the way the man was looking at her—like a predator eyeing its prey.
“L-Let go of me…”
Mo Yesi kissed her and kept her quiet before she was done talking.
The girl’s lips were sweet as usual. The moment they locked lips, he refused to let her go.
His kiss was passionate, his lips on fire as if wanting to brand himself into her.
His desire wasn’t met, however. The tingling sensation reverberated down his body, and he wanted more of him on her.
His hands found their way around her slender figure.
“Baby.” The man murmured by her neck. “Baby…”
Qiao Mianmian was pressed against him, unable to find her way out.
“Ah… M-Mo Yesi, don’t…”
Her face was red and her eyes teary, as if she might cry anytime.
The man looked up at hearing her voice. When he saw her pitiful look, he did not stop. Instead, he held her face up and kissed her once again.
…
Qiao Mianmian felt like she might suffocate soon.
She could barely breathe.
And his scent filled her every hurried breath.
It seemed as if he wanted to swallow her whole. He held the back of her head and pushed her closer to him.
Her last bit of oxygen was lost.
She couldn’t hold it out much longer.
Qiao Mianmian began tearing from how awful she felt. Her brows were furrowed as she tried pounding on his chest in resistance.
That little bit of strength she used meant nothing to Mo Yesi.
The man grabbed her hand and kissed it.
“Mo Yesi, let go of me…”
Qiao Mianmian could finally breathe, but she still sounded like she was about to cry anytime. She panted. “You said you wouldn’t touch me so soon…”