My Beloved

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Mo Yuan didn't stop even after listening to her pleading. On the contrary, he attacked her sensitive ears with more vigor. He nibbled those soft ears steadily to his heart's content as if savoring a delicacy.

Han Luo's body twitched uncontrollably beneath him. She felt as if she was going to die in ecstasy. She trembled from head to toe. She forgot to struggle. Her soft moans echoed in the silent bedroom.

Mo Yuan let her ears go after what seemed like an eternity. He pulled back a little to appreciate his artwork on her small ears. They turned crimson due to his relentless assault. His gaze deepened at the adorable sight.

The girl beneath him was panting for air with her mouth open. Her forehead and temples were shining in the dim light due to the formation of sweat.

A droplet of tear fell from her right eye and soaked into the pillow beneath her head. Her heart was full of complaints and yet she had no energy to express it. Her eyes were unfocused.

Her tantalizing expression made his heart throb. Mo Yuan realized that he didn't have enough of her. His heated eyes looked at her her like a predator looking at its prey.

He dipped his head once more and kissed on her jaw lightly. However, it didn't help to quench his desire for even a bit. Then, his lips traveled from her jaw to her throat. His lips stopped on her cleavage and licked her. He sensed that her heart was beating faster just like his. It made him think that their hearts were connected.

"Mmm, big brother Yuan… you… you need to stop…" Han Luo asked earnestly. Her voice was shaking like a tiny boat in the sea storm.

Mo Yuan inquired in a hoarse voice, "Will you tell me then what has been bothering you?" Although he was dying of hunger, he didn't forget his main purpose.

"Ah…" on the contrary, Han Luo completely forgot about it. She was too engrossed in the pleasure he was giving her that she couldn't remember why she was being punished.

Mo Yuan warned her, "If you don't spill it, you won't be able to get away from me. It will be more than just some kisses on the cheeks." He believed that if he took a further step, he would completely lose control.

Han Luo took a moment to respond. She softly replied, "I… I don't want to…" Whether she didn't want to tell him or didn't want him to let her go, only she knew the meaning behind her words.

Whatever the meaning was, Mo Yuan's eyes were burning with passion. He deeply said, "All right then, don't regret it."

While he was still looking at her straight in the eyes, he took the strap from the front side of her top with his mouth and pulled it. The string was easily untangled and loosened. The upper part of her breasts came into view. His eyes didn't leave her face for a second. He wanted to know if she was uncomfortable with it. If she was, he would immediately stop.

Han Luo saw everything in a daze. Her body shook as she witnessed how deeply Mo Yuan was staring at her. She didn't know this Mo Yuan. She was unfamiliar with his actions and words.

However, watching the new him was very thrilling to the point that she was afraid she would be addicted to this side of him. Thinking to this point, her face dyed red in shame.

Mo Yuan saw that she was on the verge of breaking down. Even so, he didn't pause there but took it a step further. He kissed on the top of her breast over the cloth.

"Ah!" Han Luo gasped and moaned loudly in pleasure. It was the first time someone ever touched her nipple. When she realized that she voiced out something unfamiliar, she quickly covered her mouth.

She recalled that she saw someone being killed and yet she was having these sort of nasty thoughts about her and her big brother Yuan. 'I'm the worst. How can I think of having fun when someone died unjustly? I'm so terrible.' All her pleasure died down and she sobbed.

Mo Yuan's expression changed. He quickly stopped his movements and hugged her shivering body close. He gently coaxed her and apologized, "Ah Luo, I'm sorry. I didn't mean for you to cry. You-"

"That's not it…" Han Luo whimpered and explained, "Big brother Yuan, I'm a terrible person. How can I do this after what happened?" She lamented and kept blaming herself.

Mo Yuan took her in his embrace and patted her back to calm her down. Afterward, he patiently asked, "What happened?"

Han Luo sniffed and described the whole incident in a shaky voice, "Wh-when you went to the shop, I heard a sound… I-I just wanted to check it out of curiosity and saw some gangsters stabbing a man with a knife. They heartlessly attacked him till he died… Big brother Yuan, it was so terrible… I was so scared… I didn't want to tell you because I thought it might put you in danger."

Mo Yuan placed his mouth close to her ear and said helplessly, "And you thought I would let you face this sort of danger alone. How can you keep such an important issue to yourself? I'm here to help you, why do you want to fight alone? Whatever happens next time, share them with me. Don't deal with them alone. All right?"

Han Luo nodded while burying her face on his chest. She clasped his shirt firmly with her trembling hands and continued crying. Only she knew how scared she was tonight. She let it all out.

Mo Yuan let her cry. His eyebrows furrowed with a deep frown. He scolded himself for not taking care of her properly. It wasn't easy for a normal person to withstand such brutality and she had stayed quiet and tried to act bravely; he praised her bravery in his mind.

He started to think about what he should do next.