Chen Mo's lustful nature couldn't be cleansed; having restrained himself for so long, his body was as vigorous as a dragon and tiger, unable to hold back any longer.
Chen Mo pinched her chin and kissed her again. His breath was hot, while his other hand explored Nalan Yiren's front, measuring her ample bosom. Nalan Yiren's unique smoky voice became slightly soft and trembling, stirred by Chen Mo's actions.
Nalan Yiren let out a hum, and soon, her skirt was half undone, revealing the blue lotus bellyband, the hem raised to her knees, showing off her long, straight, snow-white calves.
The floor was covered with a rug, so Nalan Yiren didn't wear shoes, only silk socks. When Chen Mo was building a snowman, her toes in the silk socks could be seen twitching suddenly.
Suddenly, Nalan Yiren's legs stiffened, and her arms tightly wrapped around Chen Mo's back. She looked up and separated her lips from Chen Mo's, tremblingly saying, "Stop it."
