What Is Most Important: How You Feel

She packed her wet clothes, got up, and was going to ask him to turn the lights on.

Suddenly, there was a warm body leaned over behind her, and it was almost in full contact with her back. Then, a pair of strong arms wrapped around her thin waist.

"You…" Before she could speak, her chin was pinched, her head turned to the side, her lips were taken into his.

At first, it was a light affectionate caressing. But how could he restrain himself? Soon, it became a feverish kiss, gobbling up the sweetness of her mouth.

Mo Xiaomeng moaned. Because of how she was postured, she couldn't push him away even if she wanted to and she had no choice but to be helplessly kissed by him.

His fiery tongue plunged into her little mouth, sweeping around wantonly, his big hands restlessly stroking her body.

Just as the temperature in the air was rising, suddenly a glimmer of light shone in the darkness, and it was followed by the sound of pleasant music.