His Breathtaking and Shimmering Light

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Mo Feifei kept quiet, but Shang Mo continued to talk which made her want to find a hole to bury herself in. She turned around and looked at him with a serious expression on, but even so, she still looked embarrassed. "Stop talking."

Shang Mo pulled her hand and placed it on his chest. His legs fell over her body and he pulled her into his embrace. He said, "Hmm. I won't talk. I will only do it."

Without waiting for Mo Feifei's reply, he turned around again and pinned her under him, slowly pushing himself in inch by inch. He kissed her ear and said, "I dream of this scene every day. Just like this…"

He suddenly exerted strength but over-exerted that he accidentally pushed Mo Feifei's body upwards. Her head hit the headboard and she instinctively shrieked out. "Ouch!"

Shang Mo immediately stroked her head. "Sorry, I think I went overboard. Are you hurt?"

Mo Feifei was angry and looked at him in a grievance. "Are you done or not?"

"Of… course…" Shang Mo leaned next to her ear and breathed harshly. The air was filled with love pheromones. "Not."

Mo Feifei tried to push him away.

However, he easily pinned her hands above her head and interlocked their fingers together. He gave her a devilish look and thrusted again.

…

The morning after, it was raining. Mo Feifei woke up in Shang Mo's embrace.

The man had yet to wake up. When he slept, his deep eyes, defined nose, and sexy lips had a hint of laziness but still looked beautiful.

She wanted to secretly move away from his hold, but his sharp and deep eyes slowly opened and met hers. She quickly lowered her eyes and flushed red. Although she felt uneasy, she still pretended to be calm and said, "Are you awake?"

However, the man flipped them around and pinned her under him again. Mo Feifei was startled. "…"

'Don't tell me he wants to do another round?'

But Shang Mo did not move and only locked his eyes on her while gently caressing her face. "Yesterday, when I fell asleep, did you know what I was thinking?"

"What were you thinking?"

"I was hoping that you'd still be here when I wake up, that it won't be the same as before where I thought it was all just a dream."

"You didn't drink alcohol last night."

"I know!" Shang Mo's eyes lit up and he carried her down the bed.

Mo Feifei frantically held his neck to prevent herself from falling and curiously asked him, "Where are you taking me?"

"Take a bath."

"…"

Mo Feifei could guess what he wanted to do from the devilish smile he pulled, and that alone put her in a difficult spot. "I don't want to, I will wash alone."

'Absolutely not!' Shang Mo overbearingly rejected her in his heart and carried her to the bathroom. He used hot water to rinse before scrubbing their bodies with soap. Although they already revealed themselves to each other last night, Mo Feifei's ears and face still flushed red.

She wanted to walk out of the bathroom first, but Shang Mo hugged her and made her sit on the countertop. She read the message in his eyes—he wanted to do her here.

The man and woman's panting sounds filled the bathroom.

In the misty mirror, one could see a man and a woman moving rhythmically.