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He was so engrossed in it, he didn’t even realize that Qiao Mianmian had come over.
Qiao Mianmian just watched him from the side silently.
She looked at his side profile—his beautiful cheekbone, nose bridge, forehead… down to his lips.
Every part of his face was alluring.
The sunlight which came through the window shone on his face.
Tinting his perfect features a pretty gold.
Qiao Mianmian had always known that Mo Yesi was good-looking.
In fact, he was the best-looking among all the guys she had known all her life.
She was already shocked by his looks the very first time she saw him.
Sometimes, she would even think of how lucky she was to have been able to marry a man like him.
This man had a great background, great looks, great figure, great money-making abilities, and treated her like a princess.
He was one in a million.
The heavens must really love her.
When she looked at him this time, she still felt that way.
In awe of him, just like the very first time she met him.
She felt that her husband was really too handsome.
That was probably what they meant by breathtaking looks.
With his clothes on, he seemed lean and slim. Nobody would’ve guessed that beneath the fabric was such a sturdy collection of muscles.
And each muscle was remarkably strong, as Qiao Mianmian herself had just gotten a taste of.
She couldn’t help blushing as she saw the scratches on his chest and recalled their experience of it.
Mo Yesi’s performance in the last two rounds was insane.
The one in the morning was a little too short.
But the ones after… were too long.
The worst thing was that the man refused to finish it quicker despite her begging and pleas, just so he could prove himself.
Even after a nap, Qiao Mianmian could still feel the aches in her thighs. She trembled a little as she walked.
This was the first time she really felt that Mo Yesi was a beast.
In any case, she hoped that he wouldn’t last as long as the last two times in the future.
That long-lasting and sweet torture wasn’t something her petite little body could take too much of.
Qiao Mianmian watched him for a while more before he turned around all of a sudden.
“Baby, you’re up. Did you sleep well?”
The man instantly put his document down and pulled her into a hug.
He got her to sit on his lap as if she was a child. Before she even said anything, he held her chin and kissed her on the lips.
Qiao Mianmian leaned backward, her back against the desk as she bore his passionate kiss.
Mo Yesi kissed her for quite a while, releasing her only when she was about to go out of breath.
He went deeper even when he saw her tearing up.
She tasted too good.
He couldn’t bear to let go of her once he had a taste of her.
As he thought about what they’d done just a while ago, he felt a ball of warmth surge inside him again. The thought of finishing her off came to mind once more.