"Don’t worry, I will always remember what you said today," Mo Ran responded indifferently.
Gu Yixuan smiled again. His face closed in on her as he whispered, "Ranran, I like it best when you’re perceptive..."
He kissed her lips, first gently sucking, then gradually deepening, becoming more and more intense, more and more fierce.
Mo Ran couldn’t bear his weight and fell backwards, sinking into the soft couch.
The man gripped her waist tightly, as if he wanted to embed her into his very flesh.
She couldn’t breathe, lacked the strength to struggle, and was pressed down so firmly there was not a single gap. She was like a beached fish, helplessly staring with wide eyes, waiting for death to come. The source of this content ɪs NoveI(F)ire.net
Her mind started to get muddled, her eyes blurred and unfocused, unaware of where she was. Just when she thought she was going to pass out, she suddenly felt a relief in her chest, and her breathing became smooth.
The next second, he lifted her up and started walking toward the upstairs...
That night, Gu Yixuan’s energy was particularly robust, dragging her through one enveloping embrace after another, until she began to cry and beg for mercy. It was only reluctantly that he let her go, and by that time, dawn was about to break.
Exhausted, Mo Ran slept for an entire day, waking up in the afternoon. The housekeeper told her that Gu Yixuan had left for the company at nine o’clock in the morning and had instructed not to disturb her sleep.
Mo Ran curled her lips. This man’s energy was really something else. While she was exhausted enough to sleep all day, he was able to get up on time and go to work, truly an extraordinary person.
After eating something hastily, Mo Ran lay lazily on the couch watching television, feeling that life was incredibly boring, not knowing what she could possibly do to make life meaningful.
She flipped through one TV channel after another, soap operas, melodramas, or the endlessly repeating advertisement loudly proclaiming ’The surface has gold, truly has gold! For just 299 yuan, you can own this golden XXX, what are you waiting for, pick up the phone and order now!’
Fed up with boredom, she simply started to play games with the remote control. She had to marvel at the advanced technology of today—now you could even play games on a TV.
Mo Ran chose Tetris, her favorite game from childhood, always playing to level up, to see how long she could last.
Perhaps she was older, or perhaps she was just not in the mood; after a few minutes, she tossed the remote aside, flopping listlessly onto the couch.