188: Imagination Is Not As Good As Actual Combat

Imagination Is Not As Good As Actual Combat

After landing at the airport and sitting for a few hours by car, they finally stopped at a hotel decorated with ice castles.1

Looking out of the window, they could see the snow-capped mountains rising straight up into the sea of clouds. They could feel the cold mist rising from the clouds. The clear blue sky looked like it had been washed by water. The exquisiteness of nature was as if it had been meticulously carved by god.

Ning Dai's heart was beating fast when she opened the window. However, the window was closed by someone.

"Be careful of catching a cold. Do you want to rest first or eat something first?"

Ning Dai, who had wanted to express her dissatisfaction, was coaxed into fainting by the magnetic and gentle voice. She coughed lightly and put on a noble look. "Eat first."

Mo Chen pinched her little nose and his eyes were filled with a gentle smile. "What do you want to eat? I'll call the front desk to send it over."

Ning Dai slyly pulled Mo Chen's collar towards her. "The front desk can't send it over. I want to eat you."

Mo Chen raised his eyebrows, looking like a gentleman who would allow her to cause trouble.

Ning Dai smiled as she pushed him onto the windowsill that was as wide as a person's width. She pressed her lustful gaze onto his body. "The first time I saw the windowsill, I imagined Second Brother in the cold snow mountain and the pure snowflakes, his lustful appearance and s*xy breathing."

"Imagination is not as good as actual combat." Mo Chen's gaze deepened as she teased him.

Their breaths intertwined, and both of them could feel each other's heartbeat quickening.

Ning Dai understood that Mo Chen rarely led the way, so she naturally took over the lead. Her beautiful lips and tongue moved down his forehead, leaving traces along the way. Her clothes were also peeled off and fell to the ground.

The tip of her red tongue was soft. As she licked him, she also longed for him to suck on her.

Mo Chen satisfied her. He buried his head in front of her chest and licked the tip of her nipples with love. The tip of his tongue sucked on the areola from time to time.

The heat from his thin lips seemed to spread from the tip of his nipples to Ning Dai's horny little p*ssy. She groaned as she inserted her fingers into his hair. She especially enjoyed the ambiguous foreplay.

Her body was already ignited by lust. She relaxed her fingers and placed them on his shoulder as she muttered, "Second Brother, sit up a little. I'm going to start eating."

Mo Chen's throat became dry. As he sat up, his heavy kisses seemed to want to swallow her whole. His slender fingers slowly moved from her slender neck to her undulating breasts. Finally, they rushed towards her flat and fragile lower body.

There, the flower bud was about to bloom, and as it sobbed, it was still spitting out a little bit of spring dew.

Hearing her unguarded moans, Mo Chen's eyes turned dark.

Ning Dai moved her lips closer to his desire, sucking and licking with all her might. Each time, she sucked deeper and deeper, as if she was forcing him to break his commandments.

After all, from her point of view, Mo Chen seemed like he was in a snowy mountain, like a god who was in bliss and without any lust.

His brows were really high, and the shadow of his eyelashes hit his eye sockets, making him look even more cold and solemn.

She didn't know if Mo Chen was trembling, because she was also agitated beyond recognition by Mo Chen's hands. She could only see through his mouth that it was almost unable to contain itself, and knew that underneath his calm surface, he was already boiling and heating up.

However, this was not enough. Ning Dai started to use her tongue to play with his desires in a fast-paced manner. From time to time, she would use her teeth to gently bite on the hard object that was already burning hot. Her intense lips and tongue seemed to want to swallow him up.

Mo Chen felt that he had lost control. He held her head tightly and his breathing became heavier and heavier. Correspondingly, he quickened the movements of his hands.

Ning Dai felt that her body was no longer hers. She felt as though she was about to ascend to heaven.

Mo Chen's slender hands were smudged by the sparkling liquid. Some of her liquid splashed onto the window. Their eyes were so passionate and turbulent.

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