Ji Nuan's Suppressed Whimpers Were Like That of a Little Kitten, Slowly...

Ji Nuan was directly brought out of the bathroom. She was undressed entirely from head to toe.

The man had brought her out from the bathroom just like this.

"What time is it now?" Although Ji Nuan was sleepy, the parts of her skin in contact with him were unreasonably sensitive. She was undressed, and the cool air in the room made her skin even more sensitive.

He planned to bring her back to the bedroom, but Ji Nuan's state of undress left her arching uncomfortably in his arms. His initially firm grip on his composure immediately weakened. A month of separation did not influence his daily life, but the moment this woman was pressed in his arms, the control Mo Jingshen had once prided himself on instantly disappeared.