She was holding onto a belt with one hand while her mouth sucked on her other hand, watching him with dewy eyes that caused his entire body to turn fluffy. Raising her long, slender leg, she wheedled at him, "Shang Mo…"
Her leg then slowly moved down from his chest, fondling his body along the way.
No longer able to contain himself, Shang Mo leaned in and kissed her on the lips while caressing her body, wanting to leave marks that could prove his presence on her.
The pleasure had Rong Mo raising that swan neck of hers as she could not help but moan out.
But just as he was about to enter her, he woke up…
In his dream, it was steamy and passionate. Reality was merely a cold, lonely bedroom.
Lighting a cigarette, Shang Mo walked to the window only to catch sight of the living room lights turned on. The person of his dreams was sketching the night scenery at the balcony.