Xia Zhining's delicate nose faintly hummed, her cold and alabaster face already blushing as red as the clouds at dusk. Though she bit her red lips tightly, her body's instincts still made her emit soft, airy sounds.
As a mature beauty of the older sister type, Xia Zhining, who had never been pregnant, naturally had an empty granary, and Chen Mo simply sought novelty; once the novelty faded, it all became dull.
Chen Mo raised his head to look at Zhining's watery eyes, and upon feeling closely, knew she was already moved.
He gazed at the mature beauty, raised his hand to remove her hand from her mouth, then lightly patted her leg side.
Without saying a word, but having slept together countless times, a certain tacit understanding was still present between them.
She flushed with anger, chided Chen Mo once, then obediently turned over, facing away from him.
Just as she did as usual... Chen Mo just let her lie flat.
