The man quietly stood behind her and looked at her deeply. She was so familiar with the fire in his eyes.
Her hand trembled for a while, and she pretended not to see anything. She applied her facial products and then walked towards the bed.
The man followed behind her quietly.
Qiao Mianmian was speechless.
"Mo Yesi, what are you still doing in the bedroom? Aren't you going to the study room?" Qiao Mianmian pretended not to know what he was thinking. She found Mo Yesi rather amusing and adorable the way he was now.
But, adorable as he was, her legs couldn't help but tremble as she thought about how he'd tormented her a few times in the day already.
She could feel her thighs begin to ache.
She wasn't going to be soft-hearted towards him.
Otherwise, she surely wouldn't be able to get off bed tomorrow.
The plea for desire in the man's eyes was too thick.
