Ling Momo came out of the supermarket with a bag. Just as she was about to cross the road, her cell phone in her pocket rang.

I took it out and saw it, it was an "unknown call".

Ling Momo was stunned for a moment and answered, just like before, without waiting for her to speak, a simple word came from inside: "Eleventh o'clock, old place."

The phone was hung up. Ling Momo stood on the side of the road with his cell phone and turned his head to look at the brightly lit palace not far behind him. He was a little speechless for a moment.

It was already ten or forty now, and Enson spoke to her and said eleven o'clock, as if he knew where she was, and he would definitely be able to rush over.

Enson has never contacted her during this period since she couldn't catch up with the theme song PK competition.

Did she make an appointment with Li Qingshen in advance? Or don’t contact us, but we should contact us together...

After standing by the road for a while, Ling Momo took the bag and turned back to the palace.

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The entire palace building is brightly lit, no matter where it is, but the room at the end of the top floor has a curtain closed and is pitch black.

If it weren't for the slightest gasp in the room, it would be hard to believe that there was someone inside.

Ling Momo was overwhelmed by the man on the bed. She felt the man's fingers slowly stroke her eyebrows and eyes bit by bit, and then a gentle and moist lips pressed on her cheeks, and then slowly moved onto her lips.

The man's lips are very soft, with a faint smell of wine.

Enson just drank alcohol?

Did you drink it alone? Or did you drink it with others?

While Ling Momo was distracted, she felt the man prying open her lips and teeth.

A few times, he also kissed her, but at that time, she was just nervous and uneasy, and she was confused and couldn't remember what she felt. Today, I don't know if it was because he drank wine. His kissing her was particularly tender, and the fragrance of the wine spread out little by little between her lips and teeth. She gradually became a little dizzy without the drop of wine.

Ling Momo's brain was drowsy after being kissed, and her body trembled slightly uncontrollably, as if she felt her trembling, and he kissed her lighter and slower.

She felt him untiring her clothes bit by bit. She was so nervous that she couldn't breathe in the dark that her fingertips couldn't help but grab the bedding under her lower body.

He was very simple and straightforward the previous few times, and had never been as gentle and careful as he is now, as if he was treating some jewelry he cherished.

It turns out that Enson, who is so mysterious and unpredictable, is also a very gentle person.

Ling Momo was tortured by his actions and was a little uncomfortable to breathe. Somehow she suddenly felt a little scared. She tried hard to think about something else, so that she could divert her thoughts and try to ignore the sensory stimulation he brought to her.

She first counted in her mind, and to the end, she somehow began to imagine what Enson looked like.

The last piece of clothing on her body was torn off by him, and his body temperature became hotter and hotter, and she gradually felt a thin layer of sweat.

The man's kiss fell on her tightly.

Her hands were clenched into fists, restraining the strange feeling that continued to emerge from her body.

In my ears, his breathing became more and more rapid, and her breathing became a little unstable.

His fingers fell from her shoulders to her waist until he wanted to continue sliding down. She suddenly seemed to remember something, stretched out her hand and struggled to stop the man. Then she touched the bed for a while, and finally found the small bag she prepared before entering the room.

Although he couldn't see her face in the darkness, her ears were still burning a little. She endured her shame and stuffed the small bag into his hand regardless: "You, use this, this."

Enson frowned and pinched a small square bag that suddenly appeared in his hand. After fumbled for a few seconds, he realized what it was.

Hiding in the darkness, he frowned slightly, then threw the thing aside, lowered his head and blocked her lips again.

Ling Momo realized that the man was useless and began to struggle again, and hesitated: "Bring that, safe, safe."

Enson ignored her and continued his own.

Ling Momo struggled even more. She patted her hands on the bed a few times and touched the small bag again: "I'm serious, and I still have to do the measures..."

Enson stopped pressing her shoulder, and he looked at her motionlessly in the darkness.

Although he couldn't see it, Ling Momo could still feel the man staring at him in the darkness.

For some reason, she felt a familiar pressure from this man.

She swallowed her saliva, endured her nervousness, and stuffed the small bag into the man's hand again.

The man didn't answer.

Ling Momo frowned and thought, he didn't want him to wear it, right?

She was flushed by her guess and bit the corner of her lips with a tangled tangle, "Would you like me to wear it for you?"

"I...I think you should wear it yourself. I haven't worn it for anyone, and it's dark and bright. I...I..." Ling Momo thought about it and found a suitable statement: "I'm afraid I won't wear it well."

The man didn't say anything.

The atmosphere inside the house is becoming more and more depressing.

Ling Momo always felt that if she was stalemate like this, the man in front of her who didn't know her appearance would hold a pillow and press it on her face and cover her to death.

She shrank her neck, endured the oppression he brought to her, and reluctantly said, "Then, okay, I'll try it."

As she said that, she raised her other hand and tried to tear open the small bag. Perhaps because of her nervousness, she tore it several times but couldn't tear it open.

Just as she was about to take it to her mouth and bit it open, Enson's hand suddenly came over. He grabbed her wrist and slid along the back of her hand to her fingertips. Then he touched the small bag, snatched it away and threw it on the ground: "I'm not sick."

Ling Momo blinked, but couldn't react to his meaning for a moment.

His voice was a little stiff, a little familiar, but before she could even delve into it, Enson continued the movements that he had not finished just now.

Ling Momo was dizzy when he kissed her, and in a daze, she understood what he meant.

I was not sick... He thought she asked him to do something because she was afraid that he would be sick?

She was speechless for a while, raised her hand and grabbed his shoulder, blocking him: "Well, I'm not saying you're sick, I'm afraid... I'm afraid of getting pregnant."

The man pressing her, his body stiffened slightly when he heard the word "pregnancy".

In the darkness, he was silent for a long time and suddenly asked, "Don't you want to be pregnant?"

Ling Momo was stunned when asked: "Ah?"

The next second, she came to her senses and said without thinking: "I must not be able to conceive. Our relationship will be broken sooner or later."
Chapter completed!