Mo Chen's Adam's apple moved slightly. A familiar desire rose in his lower abdomen, wanting to swallow him up.
However, he held it in and did not put Ning Dai on his lap. Even though his burning desire was already rubbing against her butt, wanting to burst into the depths of the flower stamen, he still forcefully suppressed it.
There were some things that he could not take the initiative to ask before he was clear about them.
"Dai'er, I have something to ask you."
Mo Chen stared into Ning Dai's eyes. The whites of his eyes were dyed red.
"We'll talk about it later."
The flames in Ning Dai's heart burned. As her red lips closed, a fragrance lingered on his lips and tongue.
"Second Brother, you're mine."
The woman whispered softly, like a bewitching spirit. As she whispered in his ear, it made his mind go crazy.
