“Mo’er, who do you think you like the most?”

  When they had returned to their room, Shi Mo placed her on the bed and looked down at her.

  Fang Mo’er tried to get up, but he stopped her.

  “Say it!”

  If she did not speak, he would not let her go.

  Fang Mo’er blinked her eyes. Her blurry eyes finally focused somewhat as she saw the perfect face of the man in front of her more clearly.

  She was instantly mesmerized by his face.

  Shi Mo had not gotten a reply from her yet, but he was getting very annoyed by her gaze.

  Suddenly, Fang Mo’er reached out and touched the man’s cheek. Her eyes were sparkling as she said, “You’re so beautiful. I want to marry you.”

  Shi Mo shook his head. She was so drunk that she had even said the opposite of what she had wanted to say.

  However, this sentence still made Shi Mo happy.

  He stared at her. “Do you like it?”

  “I like it.” Fang Mo’er reached her hand out to caress the man’s face. However, she was still not satisfied, so she wrapped her arm around his neck and glared at him. “Beauty, let me kiss you.”

  She pulled him very close and their breaths intertwined.

  Their lips were so close that they were almost touching.

  Shi Mo was shaken by the sudden movement and his dark eyes deepened.

  He corrected her, “I shouldn’t be called a beauty.”

  “Then, what should I call you?”

  “Call me husband.”

  While Fang Mo’er was still unable to think straight, Shi Mo could not help but kiss her lips.

  His kisses alternated between being light and heavy. He would move gently at one moment and then suddenly became more intense. Fang Mo’er’s remaining ability to think completely disappeared.

  Unknowingly, the two of them had already rolled onto the bed.

  “Mo’er.” The man called her name in a low and husky voice.

  The temperature in the room had already risen, but Shi Mo still retained a trace of rationality. He held her in his arms to calm down the restlessness in his body. He said to her, “You should drink some hangover soup later! Otherwise, you’ll feel uncomfortable.”

  Fang Mo’er felt extremely uncomfortable right now. She did not know if it was because she had been drinking or because the kiss just now had made her even more frustrated.

  She moved around in his arms, refusing to settle down.

  The last bit of rationality in his body was worn away by her.

  “It’s hot!” Fang Mo’er tugged at the clothes on her body.

  “Mo’er!”

  Very quickly, Shi Mo realized that Fang Mo’er’s shoulders were now half exposed. She was leaning into his arms like a kitten.

  It was as if she was teasingly scratching his heart with her claws.

  Shi Mo’s mouth went dry.

  He suddenly turned over and laid on top of her, as he took off her clothes.

  Soon, Fang Mo’er was naked beneath him.

  He lowered his head and kissed her lips. When she instinctively moaned, he kissed her all the way down her neck.

  Both of them were breathing heavily.

  “Mo’er, do you want it?” The man’s voice was bewitching.

  As he said this, he grabbed her hand and brought it to his belt buckle.

  Fang Mo’er looked at him silently.

  When she heard the man’s bewitching voice command her, “Undo it.”

  Following his command, Fang Mo’er did as he said.

  She unbuckled his belt and looked at him obediently.

  “Lie down properly,” he ordered again.

  Fang Mo’er lay on the bed without moving.

  “Spread your legs.”

  She was surprisingly obedient as she did whatever he asked her to.

  Shi Mo quickly pressed his knees between her legs.

  Their lower bodies were pressed together.

  “It’s so hot,” she said.

  “It’ll be fine once you get used to it,” Shi Mo said as he suddenly stretched out his hand and reached down.

  He realized that she was already wet.

  Even though Fang Mo’er was completely enamored with him, she still had a confused and dazed expression on her face.

  This made Shi Mo want to push her further and make her expression even more colorful.

  Within the next second, she suddenly stopped breathing as she felt a huge object pushing its way into her body.

  She stretched her hand out to push him away.

  However, the man was like a rock, she could not push him away, no matter how hard she tried.

  Fang Mo’er’s eyes filled with tears. Due to the pain, she bit down on his shoulder.

  Shi Mo felt the pain. He had not expected her to suddenly attack him.

  Helplessly, ee comforted her, “Mo’er, the pain will go away in a while.”

  “Liar,” the woman complained accusingly.

  However, her voice very quickly became hoarse and low.

  Her gentle moans echoed in the room.

  Just as she was about to be overwhelmed by lust, he suddenly stopped and looked at her with his burning eyes.

  “Mo’er, tell me, who do you like the most?”

  Fang Mo’er bit her lip and whispered, “Is it you?”

  “Mo’er!” Shi Mo would not allow her to give an ambiguous answer and moved again in a punishing manner.

  Fang Mo’er arched her back and subconsciously pandered to him.

  “Who is it?” Shi Mo continued to coax her.

  Fang Mo’er’s brain was already a mess. How could she know what answer it was that he wanted?