"You... what are you doing?" Wen Wan looked at the man's sequence of actions with shock and fear. He couldn't possibly be thinking of doing that here, could he? This is the Mo Mansion!"
The next moment, Wen Wan felt a hand on her back, then pressing her down.
"Lie down!" Mo Siluo's voice was rough, and he didn't even bother with any foreplay, going straight to the point.
"Ah, bastard!" Wen Wan supported herself on the edge of the vanity table, her gaze not even daring to look towards the mirror.
In an instant, the room filled with a romantic aura.
The man's heavy breathing and the woman's delicate moans composed a sweet symphony...
Wen Wan thought the man would just torment her once and be done with it, but to her surprise, he kept changing his methods, and the locations too, until her neck was sore from his biting. She then playfully complained, "Not so hard, otherwise... it won't be covered up by makeup tomorrow!"
