It felt like being stroked by feathers, yet it was different.
That soft sensation was like fireworks, bursting in clusters around her neck.
This strange sensation was irresistibly intoxicating.
It was as if she were drunk.
Mo Shu finally snapped back to reality and pushed his face away.
Yu Siqiao licked his lips and took the opportunity to bite her hand when she wasn't looking.
The damp feeling on her palm made Mo Shu instantly pull back her hand. Her face, already flushed, now burned with heat and a touch of annoyance. Mo Shu yelled, "You pervert!"
"Pervert?" Yu Siqiao slightly raised an eyebrow, and then pressed forward, "I haven't even done anything perverted yet, and you're calling me a pervert?"
Mo Shu breathed even more rapidly, trying to push him away, but Yu Siqiao stood firm.
"And besides, wasn't this the kind of perverted thing you wanted me to do? Hmm?"
