Qiao Mo instinctively pressed her hands against the table, but before she could push him away, her lips softened.
Her eyes widened, and her face blushed all the way down to her neck. The snow-like skin exposed by her collar was tinged with a rosy hue.
How... how could he!
He lightly licked and kissed her lip corners, lowering his eyes, becoming increasingly disoriented and dominant.
After all, no matter what, he was a normal man. With a warm, delicate beauty in his arms, having no reaction would be too hypocritical.
Besides, over the years, he had only tasted her twice.
If he hadn't touched her, it would be different. But she was like an addictive poison; once tainted, he found it increasingly difficult to control himself, as if he were addicted.
Qiao Mo lowered her eyes, a bit dazed and confused from his kiss.
She knew that this was not the time, nor was it right, but she seemed less and less able to resist him... always losing control...
