1712: The Same Birthmark (Part Nine)

The Same Birthmark (Part Nine)

Mo Fei was tired from struggling. Thus, she stopped struggling and flopped onto the bed like a dead body.0

Seeing that Mo Fei stopped, Qian Yikun finally felt relieved. He let go of Mo Fei and lay on the bed too. Was he nuts for deciding to marry this woman?

Other than the sounds of their heavy breathing, the room was void of other sounds.

Suddenly, Mo Fei rolled around and pressed her body against Qian Yikun's chest.

Qian Yikun was still lying on the bed. He narrowed his eyes and looked at the woman on top of him. Seeing that she was still so energetic, he guessed that her body had almost recovered.

"Don't provoke me if you're marrying someone else," Mo Fei threatened Qian Yikun with a force that could crush him to death.

Qian Yikun raised his eyebrows slightly, letting her continue pressing on him. His chest hurt but he endured it. Then, he casually asked, "Who am I marrying?"

Looking at the ambiguous smile on his face, Mo Fei was instantly angered. "Stop being so cheeky. You hypocrite, I'm warning you—"

"No one else," Qian Yikun intercepted as he flipped over and pushed Mo Fei under him instead. At the same time, he pressed his lips to hers again.

Kissing was addictive.

After all, her lips were more suitable for kissing than talking.

"Umph—" Mo Fei attempted to push the man on top of her away with a burst of anger that threatened to explode.

In matters related to bed, no matter how strong the woman was, she was no match for the man.

Of course, both the man and woman mentioned here probably had feelings for each other.

Perhaps they knew; perhaps they did not!

This time, Qian Yikun kissed her more passionately than the last time. As their lips and tongues clashed, she was about to use her teeth to commit murder again. Qian Yikun reached out immediately to grab her chin, kissing her deeper.

"Umph— Qian—" Mo Fei was holding onto his back tightly, almost tearing a hole in the police uniform that he had not changed out of.

F*ck—

Was she being pinned down by a police officer?

Outrageously, she failed to resist his advances because, amidst the chaos, she realized that she did not hate his kiss.

Mo Fei was someone who would never let herself suffer, so she changed from resisting to initiating.

An electric current flashed across Qian Yikun's body when he noticed Mo Fei's reciprocation. The electrifying current accumulated uncontrollably at a certain spot.

This emotion came quickly and urgently. It was so urgent that his kisses on Mo Fei's necks intensified. It was so quick that Mo Fei could start to sense the smallest movements from him even though she was lying face down on top of him.

This man—

The kiss that lasted through a full century stole their breaths. Even the breath in their lungs was cruelly snatched away by this long and intense kiss.

After the kiss, Qian Yikun peeled himself away from Mo Fei's lips, leaving a trail of silver thread.

He was panting more intensely than ever. His— was still ashamedly pressing against her legs.

"Mo Fei—" Qian Yikun opened his mouth. His voice had become hoarse.

However, this husky voice was obviously tempting Mo Fei. For the sake of her missions, she had used her beauty to seduce men. She had seen many men, but Qian Yikun posed an earth-shattering temptation to her.

Her body started to heat up involuntarily. She was not a seventeen or eighteen-year-old girl. Of course, she knew what this meant since she was seventeen or eighteen.

She had flirted with so many men before, but none of them could make her fall in love with them. However, this man would be the death of her.

Mo Fei flipped over and pinned the man underneath her. She turned around and lay on Qian Yikun's body. She reached out and tapped his chest. "You're marrying someone else, yet you still dare to seduce me. Aren't you afraid that I'll cripple you?"

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