A Strong Sense of Fear Descended Upon Him

Mo Yesi started kissing Qiao Mianmian again the moment the door closed.

But what he kissed was the back of her hand instead.

He frowned.

Qiao Mianmian glared at him as she pushed his face away and then asked, "Aren't you curious about what I got for you?"

Mo Yesi looked down on her slightly-swollen lips. As he looked at them, he wanted to tell her how he really felt. He was more curious about the taste of her lips compared to what she got for him.

"Yes, what did you get for me?"

However, Mo Yesi wasn't really sincere with his question. He suppressed his rising lust and accommodated her.

Qiao Mianmian dragged him to the coffee table. She then took out a shirt and tie from one of the bags.