"I want to see you. The usual place?"
Ling Momo’s face flushed at the message, unable to help but remember the deep kiss Enson had given her, and that night, how tender he was to her, to the point where she let all her burdens fall and wept in his arms without any guard.
During this time, they had exchanged trivial daily conversations, neither warm nor fiery. Essentially, it was her, acting like a little girl, venting to him about all the troubles of life, while he, never impatient, replied to every message, offering encouragement.
His words conveyed a sense of calm warmth like gentling flowing water.
Ling Momo thought, Enson was a person who could make one feel very comfortable.
Having gone through such turmoil, she seldom chatted with anyone. So, now having someone to chat with, she found it quite interesting. Gradually, she grew accustomed to it.
Even sometimes, she would almost forget about the agreements between her and Enson. Now that he brought it up, she naturally understood the hint hidden in his words. Ling Momo felt an illusory quickening of her heartbeat. She blinked and after a long while, she replied with one word, "Okay."
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In X city, even the summer nights are sweltering.
Inside the Imperial Palace suite, the air conditioning was on. However, after their tumultuous love-making, Ling Momo and Enson were still covered in sweat.
He was fascinated by her body. In the daylight, at the villa, upon seeing her, he felt countless urges, countless thoughts of wanting to devour her completely.
But he couldn’t do so openly and had to endure with a forced smile. In the deep of the night, here, he expressed the love from the bottom of his heart through another identity, intensively, through such entanglement, slowly venting it out.
At this moment, even if the outside world was in total chaos, here, there were only the two of them, focused solely on making love.
Perhaps, as Asheng said, do it enough ... and she will fall in love ... This text is hosted at novel•fire.net
But he knew, the more they did it, the more he would grow obsessed ...
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The next day, Ling Momo almost woke up late.
She hurried home, changed into clean clothes, applied light makeup, and then rushed to ES Company.
It wasn’t until Ling Momo got in the car that she realized how exhausted she was all over. The thought of last night’s passionate affair made her both anxious and angry.
It was all Enson’s fault, that bastard who pressed her down and devoured her time and time again! And he wasn’t satisfied; after she finally fell asleep, he woke her up again with his harassment, time and time after! Now she felt as if her legs were trembling with weakness.
Upon arriving at ES, Ling Momo hurriedly paid the fare, got out of the car, and checked the time. It was only half-past eight, a half-hour until the signing time. Only then did she relax.
You Corporation was going to sign the advertisement contract for Cuihai Youlin with ES Music Entertainment Company this morning.