Soft panting sounded as a rosy, slick little tongue unwittingly parted his teeth and twined around his like a little snake.
Mo Xie came to his senses and was about to raise his hands to Mu Ningxue's shoulders when he suddenly felt wet teardrops against his cheek, making him freeze.
These weren't his tears, but those of the beauty in his arms. Was she crying?
Mo Xie gazed at Mu Ningxue's exquisite face. Her long eyelashes trembled, damp with tears that slipped from the corners of her eyes and onto his face.
In the end, Mo Xie couldn't bear to push her away. After all, Mu Ningxue had suffered betrayal and faced mortal danger over the past few days. She had kept her emotions bottled up and needed a chance to let them out.
His heart softened. Gently closing his eyes, he wrapped one arm around her slender waist, while his other hand slid from her smooth, rounded shoulder to her gracefully curved back, stroking it tenderly.
As his hand moved downward, it accidentally caught her shoulder strap, which slipped down her arm, baring an enticing expanse of skin that stirred the imagination.
Not only that, but with the strap loosened, his hand tugged at her nightdress as he stroked her back, drawing the hem up a little, though it didn't expose her round, pert bottom.
Soothed by his touch, Mu Ningxue stopped crying and curled her voluptuous body into Mo Xie's broad, warm embrace. Then she left her chair altogether and settled onto his lap.
She cupped his cheeks in both hands. Though her kissing was inexperienced, even clumsy, she persisted, determined to satisfy the man she loved.
After a long while, their lips parted. A silver thread stretched between them before breaking, and they gazed at each other.