ghtly, his big hand supporting the back of her head and burying her face in his chest, letting her truly hear the strong and powerful beating of his heart.He hated himself for coming too late, for not...The man beside her turned his head slightly, lowering his eyes to look at her.

And she, as if half asleep, lowered her eyelids.

"E Mo, may I kiss you" he asked again, his warm voice like moonlight rippling.

Tong Yimo's eyes widened in an instant.

The next moment, she smelled his breath, inhaled his every breath, her mouth was full of his scent. She was speechless, helplessly half-closing her water eyes.

Never thought a kiss could shake the soul so profoundly.

His tongue was like fire, burning with a heat that could incinerate reason. The numb flames burrowed deeper and deeper, as if trying to engulf her unprepared heart.

Without resisting, forgetting her nervousness, she was a little lost in desire. She followed her body's instinct, a pair of soft hands reaching up to hook onto his heated neck, her supple fullness pressing against his muscular chest through the soft fabric.

"Can I... have some water"

In the cold night, a sexy call gurgled from his throat, like a deep cello resonating, a voice round and rich, the most primitive intoxicating invitation.

Tong Yi Mo was completely drunk, her consciousness a little muddled, she buried her head into his neck.

His big hand reached into her skirt.

Her smooth body followed his unrestrained exploration, yielding to his touch and allowing him to carve infinite possibilities upon her.

His warm lips came to her thighs, kissing her delicate legs.

She was drunk, her pretty face flushed, her nightgown torn and disheveled, wrapped around her glistening body, revealing her half-exposed bosom, and her two snow-white long legs were tinged with the faintest blush of rose left by him.

This is not a dream……

Yimo was truly in his embrace, being held and kissed passionately.

He patiently built up more comfort for her.

Tong Yimo's cheeks were rosy and her bright, beautiful eyes were filled with tears. She wanted to push him away, but her whole body was soft and weak.

"E Mo, do you like it like this" His voice was low and husky, his breath heavy, constantly spraying on her sensitive neck.

Is he talking to her

Tong Yi Mo's head was in a mess, her body soft and weak, she couldn't respond to his questions until his iron-like body pressed over her, then she could hardly hold back a moan, "I want... to sleep..."

"Zizi—zizi—"

The buzzing of the phone pulled Leng Yechen back to his senses. Tong Yimo was now limp in his arms, curled up like a soft little kitten, fast asleep.

In the cold night, Leng Ye Chen reached his phone from the sofa crack and answered it.

"Big brother, is MoMo with you" Leng Zhujing asked hoarsely.

Cold Night sank silent, counter-questioning, “What You haven’t contacted Yi Mo”

Leng Zhujing hesitated for a moment before saying, "I called her, but... it's an empty number. I also emailed her, but she didn't reply. I can't get in touch with her now. Big brother, have you caught up to Mo Mo Do you know where she went It's getting late, and I'm worried something might happen to her."

"She's so big, nothing will happen. Ajing, I'm tired." Leng Yechen frowned, unwilling to directly answer his younger brother's question.

"Then, I won't disturb your rest, Big Brother." Leng Zhujing replied with a dejected look.

Cold night, sunk two words did not say, hurriedly hung up the phone.

Even before dawn, the biological clock inside him would immediately rouse him as soon as the time came, regardless of what time he had actually gone to bed.

Cold night, Shen Zhang opened his eyes and suddenly remembered the person beside him.

A glance revealed a delicate figure nestled under the silken sheets, her form curled up like a cat, captivating every heart.

Even without makeup, she was mesmerizingly beautiful. Especially when she slept, the slight upturn of her lips, like a red thread, tugged at his heart, causing it to beat wildly.

With tears...

Cold Night Deep raised his hand, his fingertips lovingly tracing the contours of this little woman's face.

The real touch of her skin, the sweet scent of her breath, the bittersweet emotions she brought him—all of it was etched deeply into his heart.

As the cold night deepened, Leng Ye pondered silently, a faint smile playing on her lips. She tried to get up, but found her face pressed against the pillow, while the blanket was wrapped around his arm.

Seeing her sweet smile, a primal urge rose within him, a desire to corrupt her completely.

He was thinking this way, but his movement of pulling back the covers was so gentle, like he was guarding the most precious treasure, unaware.

A feather-light kiss, gently landed on her brow.

In the cold night, Leng Yechen quietly slipped the engagement ring engraved with his name onto Tong Yimo's left middle finger.

My dearest Yimo, good morning!

After rolling around on the big soft bed for a while, Tong Yimo reluctantly climbed up, her waist-length hair falling messily to cover the lingering red kiss marks on her porcelain skin.

"Where's Xiao Wei"

As she expected, the bed next to her was already empty. She glanced at the electronic alarm clock on the nightstand, it was only eight o'clock.

Xiao Wei must have gone to work!

Wait!

Tong Yimo suddenly woke up as if from a dream.

This is not the house she and Xiao Wei had in Australia!

She and XiaoWei have already divorced!

This is…

With a slap, Tong Yimo slapped her own forehead, feeling as if the rain had muddled her brain.

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.t asking, his great-grandfather wouldn't say the truth if he didn't want to. 。 “Okay, you should go back to your room and rest.” 。Leng Yan Ting waved his hand, signaling Leng Yan Chen to step back....