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The door closed and the automatic curtains dropped down.

Qin Mo leaned closer. The hand that wasn't injured inched forward slowly while he continued the kiss. His hand then went beneath her clothes.

Her back was flattened on the bed. Her fingers moved up his shoulders. She couldn't see his face because he was moving down. His kiss landed gently on her stretched neck. It was numb and a little itchy.

Bo Jiu's body went limp. The spots where Qin Mo touched seemed to be burning.

The temperature of the room went up. The breathing beside her ear was messy and deep. This was a side of Qin Mo no one ever had the chance to see.

Lust tainted his aloof and handsome face. His eyes were deep. All the light seemed to have been shaken out of them. There was only one point he was focused on.

The silent resistance and the small amount of sweat on his forehead strengthened his manly aura. The messy black hair was pushed aside by a slender and fair hand.