It is undeniable that Huo Jingmo is indeed interested in the little rose beneath him, even though they only met for less than an hour.
He took a knife, cut the expensive cheongsam into rags, and then took it off.
Little Rose tried to resist several times during the process, but was easily restrained by him with one hand.
"No~"
Her face turned red, whether because of humiliation or shyness.
The man couldn't hold back and raised his lips teasingly again: "This weak resistance is not enough."
Little Rose struggled in vain: "You, let go~"
"Are you sure you want me to let go? That's not what your body says."
He tapped her belly that she couldn't help but press against.
The blush on Little Rose's face became even deeper.
This time it was clearly out of shame.
Huo Jingmo chuckled and turned his fingers around the top again.
The delicate little rose immediately moaned uncontrollably.
That jerky reaction meant that the owner of this body was still a bud that had not yet been picked.
Also, if she wanted to, she wouldn't escape from the dangerous balcony in a state of embarrassment.
Huo Jingmo let go of the shackles on her.
Little Rose immediately hugged her body and shrank to a corner of the bed in shame.
Huo Jingmo didn't catch her back, and she couldn't run away in this condition unless she wanted to be in the newspaper.
As if she didn't exist, he unbuttoned his black shirt, revealing his muscular body and the wounds on his abdomen.
It looked like it was just scratched by a bullet because the bleeding had stopped.
Realizing that her gaze had been falling on his wound, Huo Jingmo curled his lips and deliberately distorted: "Like it?"
Little Rose immediately blushed with shame.
Her breathing was still rough and her legs were tightly pressed together.
It can be seen that he is constantly being pulled back and forth between reason and indulgence.
This perseverance surprised him.
He thought of the toughness she tried so hard to pretend when she faced the people from the Public Security Department earlier.
I don't know why, but I feel a little itchy.
Huo Jingmo pulled her broken cheongsam directly to bandage the wound on his abdomen.
Seeing this, Little Rose's face turned red again.
Especially when he picked up the cheongsam, he deliberately put it between his nose and sniffed it in front of her.
Little Rose had never been teased like this before, and turned her head away with red ears.
After all this fuss, the night was already very late.
Huo Jingmo lay down directly on the bed, with the knife and gun in his hands.
There was an empty space on the huge bed, and the little rose was huddled in the corner.
Huo Jingmo closed his eyes and slept as if there was no one around, but in fact he was secretly guarding Little Rose's every move.
But I didn't see any movement from the people in the corner.
Half an hour later, he slowly opened his eyes and took a glance at the moonlight.
But I saw that Little Rose hugged her chest, curled up her legs, and fell asleep leaning against the bed. I don't know whether it was due to the power of the medicine or physical and mental exhaustion.
From his angle, he could see the scene under the curled-up legs very well.
In the dimness, Huo Jingmo's eyes became darker.
*
Early the next morning, Gu Ruojiao was startled by a knock on the door.
She opened her eyes, which were not yet awake, and faced the man's teasing eyes.
I don't know if it's because of the early morning sun, but he doesn't seem as cold and murderous as last night, but he still feels oppressive.
Gu Ruojiao subconsciously hugged her chest, and then realized that she was lying on the bed, covered with a quilt.
But she saw the man suddenly taking off the quilt, grabbing her ankles and pulling her towards him.
"Ah——" She breathed softly and felt a weight on her body.
The man leaned over slightly and pressed her down, restraining her resisting wrists above her head with one hand.
