452 CONFUSION

Just like a beautiful butterfly coming out of a caterpillar, Han Luo came out after John Lu's disguise was taken off. One by one, her clothes fell on the ground. The noises of panting and moaning filled the room.

Han Luo pushed his chest and spoke in a quivering voice, "…You… shouldn't be doing this…"

Mo Yuan's lips were trailing her neck and captured her pink mound. His right hand was playing with the other breast. His other hand was circling around her waist. Despite his lips being busy nibbling her, he asked, "Is this how you are going to run away? Just like you did on Saturday?"

As if electricity ran through her nerves, Han Luo shuddered in the familiar sensation. Her body began to heat up. A whimper escaped her mouth. "I can't believe you still remember that?" she sulked.