[Warning: Yes. Read at your own risk. Snu snu ahead.]
"Don't come," he ordered as if reading her mind.
"I can't," she panted. "I'm going to…" And then he pulled out of her abruptly. "What are you doing?" she asked desperately. "Don't stop!"
"Get up." He moved off her and she was left dumbfounded. She looked at him, bewildered. "Come here, baby."
She started to push herself up. It was difficult with her shaking legs. But she managed to get up onto her knees and looked over to find Mo Qingchen sitting, with his back against the headboard.
She complained.
"Come here. Sit on me. I want you to look at me when you come."
