When they had returned to their room, Shi Mo placed her on the bed and looked down at her.
Fang Mo’er tried to get up, but he stopped her.
“Say it!”
If she did not speak, he would not let her go.
Fang Mo’er blinked her eyes. Her blurry eyes finally focused somewhat as she saw the perfect face of the man in front of her more clearly.
She was instantly mesmerized by his face.
Shi Mo had not gotten a reply from her yet, but he was getting very annoyed by her gaze.
Suddenly, Fang Mo’er reached out and touched the man’s cheek. Her eyes were sparkling as she said, “You’re so beautiful. I want to marry you.”
Shi Mo shook his head. She was so drunk that she had even said the opposite of what she had wanted to say.
However, this sentence still made Shi Mo happy.
He stared at her. “Do you like it?”
“I like it.” Fang Mo’er reached her hand out to caress the man’s face. However, she was still not satisfied, so she wrapped her arm around his neck and glared at him. “Beauty, let me kiss you.”
She pulled him very close and their breaths intertwined.
Their lips were so close that they were almost touching.
Shi Mo was shaken by the sudden movement and his dark eyes deepened.
He corrected her, “I shouldn’t be called a beauty.”
“Then, what should I call you?”
“Call me husband.”
While Fang Mo’er was still unable to think straight, Shi Mo could not help but kiss her lips.
His kisses alternated between being light and heavy. He would move gently at one moment and then suddenly became more intense. Fang Mo’er’s remaining ability to think completely disappeared.
Unknowingly, the two of them had already rolled onto the bed.
“Mo’er.” The man called her name in a low and husky voice.
The temperature in the room had already risen, but Shi Mo still retained a trace of rationality. He held her in his arms to calm down the restlessness in his body. He said to her, “You should drink some hangover soup later! Otherwise, you’ll feel uncomfortable.”
Fang Mo’er felt extremely uncomfortable right now. She did not know if it was because she had been drinking or because the kiss just now had made her even more frustrated.
She moved around in his arms, refusing to settle down.
The last bit of rationality in his body was worn away by her.
“It’s hot!” Fang Mo’er tugged at the clothes on her body.
“Mo’er!”
Very quickly, Shi Mo realized that Fang Mo’er’s shoulders were now half exposed. She was leaning into his arms like a kitten.
It was as if she was teasingly scratching his heart with her claws.
Shi Mo’s mouth went dry.
He suddenly turned over and laid on top of her, as he took off her clothes.