"Who's having wild thoughts?"
Qin Qin reached for the nightgown beside her, preparing to put it on, but Mo Yunchen pulled her by the hand back into his embrace. His handsome, devilishly charming face with phoenix-like eyes stared at her, making her whole body tingle, "Mo Yunchen, what are you doing? Get up quickly."
His gaze radiated a profound desire. Without guessing, she knew exactly what he was thinking—such a big bad wolf so early in the morning.
"From now on, you don't need to think about what to eat, I'll feed you!"
After Mo Yunchen finished speaking in his deep voice, he pulled the quilt over himself and Qin Qin and leaned in to kiss her cherry lips.
"Mo Yunchen, don't kiss me, your newly grown stubble is prickling me."
