Muyan originally wanted to resist.
However, her nose is flooded with the manâs rich and alluring scent.
Her breath is plundered, lips and teeth are violated.
For a moment, she becomes muddleheaded, her body seems to be burning with a fire.
Itâs as if her soft body has turned into water, and itâs only relying on the manâs imprisonment that it doesnât fall down.
Thereâs even an absurd thought thatâs inexplicably coming to the surface of her mind.
This man, the first time they met, his kissing technique was obviously extremely unskilled.
How did he practice in the short span of these past few months?
He could actually muddle her head with a kiss!
......
Who knows how much time has passed.
Di Ming Jue reluctantly releases the now-swollen lips, and he gives a few soft kisses on the the moist corners.
âThese days, you... didnât you miss Ben Jun?â
The manâs dark, husky voice contains a deep desire, and boundless hope and expectation.
âEh...â Muyan goes silent for a moment.
If she says that she didnât think about him, will she get killed?
Sure enough, she just doesnât say anything and Di Ming Jueâs complexion immediately turns as black as a pot!
Fingers firmly buckle her chin, and he says through gritted teeth: âYouâre a woman without conscience!â
Muyan almost couldnât stop herself from rolling her eyes.
Who are you to this Miss? Why should I miss you?
Di Ming Jue really wants to teach this person a firm lesson. However, seeing the snow-like countenance, those pair of clever eyes, beautiful like the rippling waters that reflect the light of the moon â he canât move a hand!
This woman was born to overthrow him!
Muyan puts her clothes in order, as theyâve become somewhat messy from the passion from earlier, âIâve been out for a long time already. I should go back.â
All of a sudden, a dense killing intent and indignation surges up violently from the depths of Di Ming Jueâs eyes, âGo back?â
âWhy do you want to go back? Going to fool around with those improperly-dressed wild men?â
The manâs voice is hoarse and gloomy, like a volcano thatâs about to erupt from suppressed emotions. Thereâs even an almost imperceptible trace of grievance.
Muyan doesnât know why-
Being stared at by those eyes in such a way, being questioned in such a voice... she actually, inexplicable feels a little guilty.
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... how can you say that Iâm fooling around?â she forces a laugh, âDidnât you see that I was teaching my apprentice how to paint? A manâs strong, healthy, and imposing body is the perfect work of art, it deserves to be recorded. How can you think of it so dirtily like that?â
âThe perfect work of art? Deserves to be recorded?â
The manâs good-looking eyebrows slowly go up, those brows are inclined to enter the hair on his temples. It just flaunts the manâs incomparable hegemony.
However, his movements render Muyan stupefied.
He grabs her hand and presses it to his chest, his voice low and husky, with a trace of sexuality, âThen Muyan wants to go and record my body?â
She doesnât know when his lapels have have been pulled open, exposing the firm chest muscles inside.
Muyanâs little hand is caught and pressed against that skin, the burning temperature almost makes her cry out and flee.
When she saw those bare bodies from the Ink Camp, she was definitely looking at them in relish.
She didnât feel any shyness at all.
But looking at this manâs form, and even more, to record it with a brush...
Muyanâs cheeks suddenly turn into a red that could almost drip out.
And Di Ming Jue has already grabbed her hands, untying his clothes.
The outer garment slips off, and the clothes under it are wide open.
This time, it doesnât just expose the manâs erotic chest, but it also reveals his perfect abdominal muscles and waist lines.
The man is very imposing and arrogant, and his figure is tall, straight and lean.
Taking his clothes off, you can see a layer of muscles wrapping around his whole body. It seems to contain a limitless power.