Actually, Mo Shiche originally did not have such extravagant thoughts, but when she spoke those words, he suddenly felt a spark racing along his nerves, stirring an itch through his limbs that demanded action.
"Want," a word escaped the man's thin lips, almost without hesitation, "to be with you."
Luo Qiangwei was quite surprised by his response, her smile colder, "Want to? Right now?"
"Mm," she was still in his arms, and Mo Shiche, looking down, could see her clean, poreless face, so he couldn't help but lean in with his thin lips, "Tangtang, just once, okay?"
After a kiss landed on her face, Luo Qiangwei suddenly reacted, suddenly pushing him away, "Mo Shiche!" she finally burst out in anger, her eyes wide as she glared at him, "Are you crazy? You want to do this now?!"
