"Cheapskate."
"Are you going to tell me or not?" Fu Nancheng asked again, his large hand becoming restless.
Qiao Mo propped herself up, flipped over, and sat astride him, her small face slightly flushed in the darkness.
Fu Nancheng's body stiffened a bit, his hands resting on her thighs.
Before he could react, the next moment, she kissed his lips and said, "I haven't been thinking about you, but I have been thinking of you all along."
His heart softened, as he fiercely responded while holding her bottom.
A few minutes later, he flipped her over, pressing her beneath him, and the nightgown he had just recently put on her was pulled open once more, filling the room with an amorous atmosphere.
"Slow down... you'll tear my clothes again..."
Qiao Mo exclaimed in alarm, her voice engulfed by his kiss.
After years apart, the two finally became one again.
That night, they were up until very late, and as dawn approached, Qiao Mo finally drifted off into a deep sleep.
