After dinner, they went nowhere else and returned to Tang Yue's home.
Neither of them spoke in the elevator. An intimate silence settled between them.
Ding!
The elevator doors opened. Tang Yue stepped out first, with Mo Xie close behind her.
Tang Yue entered the code and opened the door. She had just stepped into the entryway and was about to take off her heels when a pair of strong arms wrapped around her.
"Little Evil?"
Mo Xie held her soft, full figure tightly against him. His hands rested on her slender waist, and he buried his face in her silky hair. Its delicate fragrance surrounded him like a sea of flowers.
He said nothing, content to linger in the quiet intimacy of the moment. But his hands, still at her waist, began to wander.
"Ah, Little... Little Evil..."
Tang Yue could feel the change in the man behind her, especially those wandering hands. Her cheeks, already flushed from the wine, grew even redder.
She blinked and bit her lower lip, trying not to let any strange sounds escape.
Mo Xie sensed her reaction too. His eyes snapped open beneath her hair. He withdrew his hands, turned her around, and stood facing her.
The next moment, under her startled gaze, his hands slid down her stocking-clad thighs. He lifted her onto the shoe cabinet beside them.
"Ah... mmph!"
Tang Yue cried out at the sudden move, but before the sound could fully escape, his lips covered hers and swallowed it.
"Mmph... mm... mm~"
At first, Tang Yue felt a little embarrassed and annoyed. She tapped Mo Xie's firm chest with her hands, but there was little force behind it.
Then she seemed to lose herself in the tender kiss and closed her eyes.
Their lips parted. Both were breathing hard,