Mo Shu tilted her head back, her eyes shimmering with slyness, and whispered softly, "Then what more do you want?"
Faced with such a look from her, Yu Siqiao found it hard to resist and lowered his head. His palm gently caressed her chin as he said, "If I’m to bully, I must do it properly."
Mo Shu’s clear eyes hooked, captivating, as she leaned in, "I’ve never bullied anyone, can you teach me?"
Her voice was low and soft, languid and lingering, like a temptress bewitching the world. ᴛʜɪs ᴄʜᴀᴘᴛᴇʀ ɪs ᴜᴘᴅᴀᴛᴇ ʙʏ NoveI(F)ire.net
Yu Siqiao felt as if a string in his chest had been plucked, and he bowed his head, sealing her red lips fiercely.
With his palm supporting her lower back, Yu Siqiao pried open her lips. His invasive actions were far from tender, but Mo Shu really enjoyed the sensation.
Yu Siqiao was undeniably assertive. This powerful sensation of possession was not exactly gentle, yet it afforded Mo Shu an indescribable sense of security.
Mo Shu closed her eyes, her mood buoyed as if held in his scorching palm, feeling both light and searingly hot.
Yu Siqiao bit on her lips, then moved down to nip at her chin, and then landed on her neck, clavicle.
Next, Mo Shu felt a chill on her chest as her clothes were already pulled down from her shoulders, revealing much of her fair and flawless skin.
Mo Shu was startled and pushed his head away, saying, "You... don’t mess around..."
Yu Siqiao was incredibly tense, his heart blazing even more at the sound of her slightly breathless voice. Holding her close, his voice was husky, "This is what bullying is."
Heat rose on Mo Shu’s body, and her face was just as flushed.
Her bright, clear eyes now had a layer of misty blur. Hearing his words, Mo Shu glared at him.
That alluring and beguiling gaze made Yu Siqiao stiffen, inhaling sharply, "Don’t look at me like that."
It was too much to handle!
Pushing him away, Mo Shu said, "Serves you right, knowing full well I’m pregnant and still behaving recklessly. You asked for this."
Yu Siqiao felt frustrated, clutching her soft palm and dragging her into his embrace once more, he rasped, "Weren’t you the one who asked me to teach you?"
Mo Shu’s lips curled into a smile, her sparkling eyes looking up at him, "I’ve learned now."
The disciple has been taught, starving the master.
Mo Shu: "Next time I’ll handle you just ; do you like that?"
Yu Siqiao let out a sigh, "Not too fond of it."
A few more times , he feared it might not be too good for his health.
Mo Shu’s eyes curved into a smile as she leaned closer, "Do you not like me?"
"Speak up, don’t you like me, or don’t you like me bullying you ? Hmm?"
Mo Shu said, already straddling his legs, her hands on his chest, gradually sliding downward.
Sao Zha: [The male lead’s Happiness Index has reached 100%. Just make him say he likes you to complete the mission.]
Yu Siqiao’s Adam’s apple bobbed again.
Mo Shu pressed in close, her hands braced on his chest, "Speak."
Yu Siqiao was beginning to find it unbearable; his palm caught hers, his voice gruffly hoarse, "If you keep seducing me, be careful I might..."
Mo Shu raised an eyebrow, "Be careful about what?"
He had to be careful he wouldn’t lose control, not caring that she was pregnant, and take her back next door, lock the door, and then...
Yu Siqiao took a deep breath.
Mo Shu clearly noticed the blazing look in his eyes and deliberately cooed, "If you don’t even like it, how can it be considered seduction?"