A fashion queen

At that moment, Mo Yunting slowly released his lips from Cui Xueying's embrace. His deep, lake-like eyes burned with a blazing fire of desire, yet also revealed a look of contentment. Cui Xueying panted softly as she gazed at the man before her, her heart fluttering. A vibrant blush crept across her cheeks, like a blooming peach blossom. Her once tranquil heart was now stirred by an indescribable emotion: a mixture of a girl's shyness and reserve, yet also hinted at a curiosity and anticipation for the unknown.

At this moment, everything around them seemed silent, the entire world immersed in a tranquil atmosphere. However, beneath this stillness, only the fiery and tender aura between the two of them lingered, like a wielding silk thread, intertwining and shining in the air...

Mo Yunting slowly raised one hand, gently stroking Cui Xueying's soft hair as gently as a breeze across the lake, and his doting voice sounded slowly: "Since you are so fond of this place, why don't we..." Before he finished speaking, his hands full of desire began to slowly wander along her delicate and silky skin, first gently stroking her delicate cheek, then sliding to her slender neck, and then rubbing her snow-white neck until it reached the edge of her collar.

"Wait! What are you doing?" Cui Xueying panicked and quickly stretched out her hands, trying to stop Mo Yunting from taking any further action. Because from his scorching gaze, she felt as if she was naked and exposed in front of him without any cover.

"What do you think I want to do? Or perhaps, deep down, you've long longed for this... hmm..." Mo Yunting's lips curled up slightly, that curve as captivating as the twinkling stars in the night sky. He raised his eyebrows slightly, and a glint of cunning and provocation flashed in his eyes, like a sly fox about to tease its prey. At the same time, his lips parted, revealing a deeply suggestive smile, a smile that rippled like a spring breeze across a lake, stirring the heart and soul. Furthermore, he deliberately cast her an ambiguous, seductive look, a gaze that seemed to penetrate the soul, drawing one involuntarily and unable to extricate oneself.

"You bastard, why do you keep thinking about this? I don't know how you became a famous director, managing so many companies?" Cui Xueying's cheeks flushed instantly, as tempting as a ripe apple. She glared at Mo Yunting coquettishly, feeling a mixture of shyness and anger. However, this complex emotion made her even more endearing and charming. Her voice trembled slightly, carrying a hint of anger and dissatisfaction, but more of an indescribable shyness.

"Isn't it all your fault that I'm like this? Isn't that right, my dear wife?" Mo Yunting looked at her with a half-smile, his eyes revealing endless doting and love. At that moment, he was like a child who had just found a favorite toy, overjoyed yet feigning composure. He felt that the woman before him, blushing with shyness, was particularly beautiful, as if all the beauty in the world were concentrated in her.

"Hate it!" With this whimper, Cui Xueying felt her already racing heart race even faster, like a wild horse. She desperately tried to calm her inner turmoil, repeatedly telling herself to stay calm, but her body seemed to be out of control, completely refusing to obey.

Mo Yunting seemed to sense her intention. Instead of loosening his arms, he held her even tighter. At the same time, his deep, magnetic voice rang in her ears: "Stop struggling. You can't escape." These words seemed to carry an irresistible magic that instantly lost Cui Xueying in them.

The warm breath from his mouth brushed against her sensitive earlobe, as gentle as a spring breeze, bringing an indescribable tingling sensation. This strange feeling quickly spread throughout Cui Xueying's body, causing her to tremble slightly and her legs to gradually become weak. Just as she was at a loss, Mo Yunting suddenly and without warning kissed her beautiful lips again.