Shi Mo was enamored by her alluring scent, especially the mesmerized expression on her face towards him.
With a quick movement of his hand, he picked her up again and placed her on the soft white bed.
Fang Mo'er felt as if she had completely lost control of herself.
Everything was now under his control.
She had become like a small piece of malleable dough that could be kneaded at will.
"Wait a minute." She stretched out her hand to halt his hand that was pulling at her collar and said anxiously, "You haven't washed up yet."
Good boy. Even if he wanted to do something, he had to go through some preparations.
The hand that Shi Mo had been using to untie her collar stopped, his eyes were filled with raging flames.
Did she really think that his willpower was that good that she could stop him at such a moment?
He used his remaining hand to hold her hand, pulling it away from her.
