Mu Qingge’s cheeks flushed red, and the resistance towards Si Mo in her heart eased a little.
The imaginary rival and challenge target remained unchanged, only now he wasn’t purposefully categorized as a dangerous person as before.
"Ge’er, can we do what’s next?" Si Mo suddenly asked.
"What?" Mu Qingge, regaining her thoughts, was montarily stunned.
"Of course it’s..." Si Mo said, suddenly flipping his body to switch their positions, pressing Mu Qingge onto the bed. "Let warm the bed for you."
Mu Qingge’s eyes flashed, slowly narrowing with a smile on her lips: "Alright."
After speaking, she extended her hands directly into Si Mo’s loosely fitting clothes, wrapping them around his taut waist muscles. She even boldly pulled hard, eliminating the distance between them.
Si Mo’s flawless features froze montarily; he had never seen such a bold Mu Qingge.
Although she didn’t feign coyness like ordinary won, she was never like this mont.
A peculiar glint flashed in Si Mo’s amber eyes.
Beneath him was a delicate body that tugged at his heartstrings, and in his eyes was a face that would surface in his mind during midnight musings...
He could clearly feel the change in his breathing.
If before this visit he wasn’t sure of his feelings towards Mu Qingge, now he understood.
Ge’er could only be his! He would never let anyone else covet her beauty. He wanted to share all realms’ landscapes with her and travel every inch of the world together.
He admitted he was ill, and the only redy lay before him, etched into his eyes and heart was this person.
No longer was she the curious little figure upon their first eting, but soone who could share everything and for whom he was willing to give his all.
This emotion was utterly unfamiliar.
In his thousand-year lifespan, such a feeling had never surfaced before. He even scoffed at such emotions, believing they would never affect him; he was indifferent!
But now... he was defeated!
Defeated at the hands of this young girl, and willingly so, sweet as nectar.
Si Mo’s lips trembled slightly, his voice more deep than ever: "Ge’er, you’re playing with fire."
"No, I’m playing with you." Mu Qingge’s smile carried hints of wickedness, like a little devil indulging in her favorite pranks.
She had long sensed the change in the man’s deanor.
But who was she?
The No.1 superpower agent from her previous life, what major scene had she not witnessed? A change in a man’s deanor, she knew exactly what it signified.
Yet, despite her tough words, her heart was still tense. ’What if I get forced into submission, what’s the plan?’
"Playing with ?" Si Mo raised his brow slightly, instantly understanding the little one’s prank.
"Yes." Mu Qingge replied, suddenly pulling out a hand to slide onto Si Mo’s firm and round buttocks, giving a hard squeeze, praising: "Nice feel!"
This daring action made Si Mo curse internally: ’Damn it!’
His prideful self-control was gradually crumbling. His body began showing unfamiliar signs of losing control.
"Ge’er, if you insist on playing with fire, you know, I wouldn’t mind." Si Mo squinted his eyes, restraining the truth reflected in his gaze, warning Mu Qingge.
Mu Qingge gave a captivating smile; she already sensed this man was near his limit. If the play continued, it might end up being her unfortunate reality.
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