At the peak of the solitary mountain, that long, fierce kiss seemed to drain Wu Yao of all her strength and shatter the last of her reserve and defenses. When she regained a little clarity from her daze, the space around her blurred and twisted, and Heaven Turning Earth Treading!
The next moment, Mo Lin had swept her into his arms, and her back touched a familiar softness—the bed in her chamber, covered with an Ice Silkworm Silk quilt!
"Y-You..." Wu Yao's cry had yet to leave her lips before Mo Lin's scorching kiss swallowed it again.
Then came several sharp ripping sounds. The expensive red dress she wore, with its respectable defensive properties, was brutally torn apart by Mo Lin, becoming scraps of fabric that drifted down!
The slightly cool air touched her skin, instantly raising a fine layer of goosebumps. But what followed was Mo Lin's blazing-hot hand, like a branding iron, roaming and kneading her smooth skin with irresistible force! Everywhere it passed, it ignited trembling flames!
"Mmph... ah..." When had Wu Yao ever experienced anything like this? She instinctively tried to struggle, pressing her hands against Mo Lin's solid chest, but her strength was like an ant trying to shake a tree.
Mo Lin's kiss was like a raging storm, carrying an overbearing force that plundered all her reason. His masculine body pressed tightly against hers, as though he wanted to crush her and meld her into his flesh and blood.
Her initial panic and resistance gradually turned, beneath his domineering and practiced teasing, into unfamiliar, shameful numbness and emptiness. She felt like a small boat lost amid stormy waves, able only to passively endure the assault of the tempest. Broken whimpers and moans spilled uncontrollably from her throat.
Tears instantly welled up. She bit down