Chapter 51 Kissed passionately and fiercely.

Autumn City.

Qin Mo parked the car, got out, and walked to the other side. Jiang Wansheng naturally hugged him, and Qin Mo happily carried her upstairs.

Once Jiang Wansheng got home, she became restless, kicking off the slippers Qin Mo had just put on her, walking barefoot on the floor, wanting to find some alcohol.

Qin Mo followed behind her, his distinct knuckles holding a pair of slippers.

He threw his suit jacket on the sofa, loosened his tie, and unbuttoned two buttons on his collar.

With his elbow resting on the marble countertop, he exuded a casual desire, especially in his pitch-black eyes, hinting at a dangerous desire.

He casually watched the girl struggle with the locked liquor cabinet, then obediently approached him. Her slender fingers grabbed his already messy tie, her watery eyes pleading for help.

Qin Mo looked down at her, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he spoke with tension, “What’s wrong?”

She pointed to the glass cabinet nearby, muttering, “The liquor is locked, can’t get to it.”

Qin Mo looked down and saw her round toes curled up, hesitated for a moment, placed the slippers he was holding next to her feet, and said, “Put on the shoes first.”

“No, they’re uncomfortable,” she replied.

Qin Mo stared at her, then acquiesced, “Fine.”

After speaking, he directly lifted the girl under his arm, carried her to the countertop, squeezed between her legs, and looked up at her.

“Will you sit here obediently while I go get it for you?”

“Okay.”

Seeing her nod, Qin Mo headed straight to the kitchen behind him and made her a cup of hot honey water.

When he came back with the cup, the girl remained motionless, incredibly obedient.

Approaching her, he offered the honey water to her lips. She took a sip, her eyes widening with curiosity, “Is this honey-flavored alcohol?”

Qin Mo calmly replied, “Yes, it’s sweet wine.”

Jiang Wansheng was coaxed into finishing the cup of honey water by him.

With his hands on her side, Qin Mo asked, “Do you want more?”

Jiang Wansheng shook her head.

Seeing that she seemed unaware, Qin Mo’s lips curled into a wicked smile as he leaned closer, “Jiang Sweetie.”

“Hmm?”

“Are you thirsty?”

“Not really.”

“I am.”

Jiang Wansheng frowned, “Then drink some water.”

“I did, but it didn’t work.”

Qin Mo lied.

“What should we do then?”

“I can only rely on Jiang Sweetie to help me.” He sounded helpless.

“How can I help you?”

Qin Mo looked at her sincere expression, his eyes quickly darkening like an endless abyss.

He reached up to the back of her neck, then pressed down firmly.

Their lips met.

Qin Mo kissed her passionately and fiercely, like a man in a desert finding water.

Jiang Wansheng made a sound of surprise, silenced by the man.

Already not fully conscious, her fragmented mind let him do as he pleased.

Gradually, she felt a bit unstable, her forearm on the man’s broad shoulders to relieve the pressure on herself.

Qin Mo lifted her off the countertop, the change in height giving him better leverage, more dominant and irresistible.

Yet, he made sure not to touch her face where the injury was.

…

After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Wansheng leaned against his neck, breathing gently, while Qin Mo held her tightly, adjusting the wild desire within him.

Once both of them calmed down, Qin Mo turned his head to look, only to find that Jiang Wansheng had fallen into a deep sleep.

He sighed.

If this little girl didn’t agree, he might not be able to control himself.

After settling her down, Qin Mo opened his phone and noticed several missed calls and messages from Qin Weizhao.

Since he didn’t see Jiang Wansheng after handling things, and she wasn’t answering calls or messages, he had to contact Qin Weizhao. After replying a few messages, Qin Weizhao and Ming Yi finally felt relieved.

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Just as Ming Yi put down her phone, a man approached her from behind.

Startled, she turned around, and Pei Que’s wickedly handsome face entered her sight.

He circled her slender waist, watching the fleeting panic on the girl’s beautiful face, teasing, “Doing something behind my back?”

Lowering his head, a hint of a lady’s perfume wafted into her nostrils.

Frowning, she pushed him away, a look of disdain on her face, sarcastically saying, “Master Pei, shouldn’t you clean up your own scent before hugging me?”

Ignoring her resistance, Pei Que hugged her tightly, forcing her to be close to him, a playful smile on his lips, “Feeling jealous, huh?”

Already in a bad mood today, Ming Yi had no patience to deal with him at the moment, “I find it dirty.”

Pei Que continued to smile, but the emotions in his peach blossom eyes had dissipated. He affectionately lowered his head to nuzzle her ear with his nose, his words cutting like a knife despite his tender gesture.

“Darling, I thought you were used to it.”

Ming Yi’s expression changed.

His words felt like sarcasm, more like a dagger that stabbed without drawing blood.

Despite reminding herself countless times that a playboy like Pei Que would never settle down for one person, the joy of youth couldn’t be hidden. She couldn’t bear to let go, so she could only use this almost self-torturing way to justify her feelings.

Starting from an impulsive act, this absurd relationship was mixed with how much genuine affection only she knew.

She tried to control her emotions, suppressing the moisture in her eyes, not letting Pei Que see any weakness.

Looking up again, she maintained a charming and carefree demeanor, “Looks like I’ll have to add a rule on top of your foundation for my next playmate.”

Pei Que’s face remained unreadable, but his grip tightened.

Biting her earlobe, he teased, “Find someone on my level? How could you?”

As he spoke, he lifted her up, wrapping Ming Yi’s legs around his waist.

Supporting her hips, his eyes revealed an undisguised desire, his collar loose, exposing his delicate and pale collarbones, resembling an enchanting fairy.

“Who else can make you so happy like me,” he whispered near her earlobe, “so quickly?”

The last few words rolled off his tongue, the bite was crystal clear.

Memories of past absurd scenes flashed through Ming Yi’s mind, her face momentarily blushing, but unwilling to be outdone, she pressed her red lips against the man’s neck, breathing hot air around his Adam’s apple, “I’ll try a few more, someone will surely satisfy me.”

Pei Que was greatly enticed by her, dangerous emotions glinting in his peach blossom eyes.

With a raging fire in his heart, he couldn’t explain how much of it was deliberately provoked by this woman, and how much was stirred by her words.

He carried her directly to the bedroom upstairs, but Ming Yi refused to yield.

In the end, he had no choice but to drag her into the bathroom together.

Although Ming Yi was sharp-tongued, she couldn’t take the lead in the actual battle, with all her senses controlled by the man.

She didn’t know what had gotten into him tonight, hitting her repeatedly, the intensity unbearable.

And unless she was hanging, she had to say whatever he wanted to hear.

Thinking that her words just challenged the man’s pride, she followed up with a few sentences to free herself sooner.

But Pei Que was clearly not an easy person to deal with, from the bathroom to the bedroom, from the sink to the big bed, then to the small sofa and the bay window.

By the time Ming Yi fell asleep, she really wanted to bite the man who was still pestering her to death.