Zeremonie der Preisverleihung

"Do you want it?" Mo Ting lifted her gently and placed her on the bed, holding her down from the right-hand side.

Tangning opened her eyes and looked intently at Mo Ting. At times like this, she did not try to hide her admiration and her fixation on this man, "Yes... I've always wanted it, and I will always desire it."

Mo Ting tenderly tucked Tangning's hair behind her ear and tore off his clothes without regard for the buttons scattering to the floor. He presented his strong physique; even in this intimate moment, he was like a noble and commanding king.

Meanwhile, Tangning remained unfazed. Although pregnant, her perfection wasn't diminished. In fact, her allure was enhanced.

Due to Tangning's pregnancy, the couple couldn't be overly vigorous or intense. Thus, their interlocked bodies could only caress each other slowly and tenderly...

"The gown..."

"Am I not serious enough for you? How can you still think about your gown at a time like this, hmm?"

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