But, he couldn't do it yet. Before Xiang'er's body temperature dropped, he couldn't want her.
This was a huge torture. The woman he loved was holding him naked. He clearly longed to have her immediately, but he couldn't do anything.
Two blazing flames flashed in the red eyes, and there was a trace of blush on the pale face.
He frowned, his breathing was rapid, and his body was tense.
After about an hour, Xiaoxiao's body temperature finally slowly returned to normal. She, who was no longer suffering from a high fever, couldn't help but blush when she saw that she and Xue Mo were so close to each other.
Xue Mo immediately turned her body over, covered her up, and said in a hoarse voice, "Xiang'er, you are almost torturing me to death..."
"Xue Mo, I..."
Xue Mo lowered his head and kissed her lips. While kissing, he gasped and said, "You want to make it up to me. Can we not sleep tonight?"
Xiaoxiao exclaimed, Xue Mo kissed her lips again, his body sank, and they started to be entangled with her.
It was a sleepless night, and Xiaoxiao was indulged in his fiery passion again and again.
His cold body also became hot, and as the two of them entangled again and again, the temperature became higher and higher.
The birds started chirping, and the sky was already bright. Xue Mo contentedly hugged the exhausted little woman in his arms and stared at her affectionately.
Xiaoxiao sighed and said feebly, "Xue Mo, do you still want it?"
Xue Mo's crimson eyes lit up, and she immediately nodded with joy on her face.
Xiaoxiao immediately glared at him and said angrily, "More? You want to torture me to death."
Xue Mo opened her watery eyes and looked at Xiaoxiao with an innocent face, "Xiang'er, you asked me yourself..."
"Hmph, greedy man, do you know that you were so outrageous last night that you didn't even let me sleep?"
He looks like a god who doesn’t eat fireworks from the world. How can he be so rogue and crazy...
Xue Mo with clothes on and Xue Mo without clothes are completely two people!
---The update is complete. In the past two days, I may write more tenderly.