A fashion queen

This time, Mo Yunting clearly had no intention of letting her go easily. Instead, he pounced on her with the fervor and ferocity of a hungry tiger pouncing on its prey. Without hesitation, he bent down, lifted Cui Xueying horizontally in his arms, and strode towards the bedroom. Once inside, Mo Yunting carefully placed Cui Xueying on the bed. His gaze burned with a blazing fire, as if he wanted to completely melt the person before him.

Immediately, Mo Yunting began to impatiently unbutton Cui Xueying's clothing. Each movement seemed skillful and graceful, as if he had practiced it countless times. As the garments slipped off piece by piece, Cui Xueying's snow-white, delicate skin gradually became visible. Her rapid breathing, like a beautiful melody, filled the ambiguous space.

At this moment, Cui Xueying was already immersed in this strong love. Her hands couldn't help but cling tightly to Mo Yunting's broad and solid shoulders, fully feeling the unprecedented happiness and satisfaction.

Mo Yunting's slender, nimble fingers seemed to possess magical powers, gliding across Cui Xueying's delicate skin like a fluttering butterfly. Each touch was like a weak yet powerful electric current, rapidly spreading throughout her body, stirring up waves of indescribable tingling sensations.

Her breathing became increasingly rapid, like a startled deer, her chest heaving violently. Her body began to twist involuntarily, as if trying to break free from this intoxicating and wonderful feeling, but at the same time craving more of this kind of stimulation.

At this moment, Mo Yunting's sexy and charming lips once again gently covered Cui Xueying's snow-white neck, sometimes nibbling it gently, sometimes licking it gently with the tip of his tongue. His hand slid to her back, and with a little force, he easily unhooked the back of her bra.

Cui Xueying's heart instantly began to beat rapidly, as if it was about to burst out of her throat. Her cheeks flushed like ripe apples, a heart-warming blush of shyness. She closed her eyes tightly, completely immersed in this wonderful moment, savoring the unique sweetness and passion between them.

Mo Yunting's eyes burned like a blazing fire, filled with endless desire and longing. Without hesitation, he tore off his clothes, revealing his strong, well-defined chest and crisply defined abdominal muscles. Then, slowly and firmly, he lowered his body until it rested completely against Cui Xueying's soft, warm body, leaving not even the slightest gap.

No matter how desperately Cui Xueying begged for mercy, her voice disappeared like a stone sinking into the sea, and was completely swallowed up by Mo Yunting's surging passion.

As all the joy and pleasure gradually faded, the two people, as if under a spell, fell into a heavy sleep. The night was as dark as ink, like a vast sheet of black silk covering the earth. The cold moonlight filtered through the slits in the curtains, gently falling onto the bed like a silver thread, illuminating the silhouettes of two people sleeping tightly embraced.

Their breathing, in unison and steady, was like a soothing symphony, quietly playing in the quiet night. Smiles of contentment graced their faces, as if they had just experienced a dreamlike journey. This sense of contentment stemmed from deep within, a profound gratitude for each other's companionship, care, and the wonderful time they had shared.

With their bodies and minds experiencing unprecedented relaxation, an intense fatigue washed over them like a tidal wave, quickly sending them into a sweet slumber. A warm and cozy atmosphere permeated the room, as if time had frozen in eternity. Interestingly, despite being in the same space and sharing the same bed, their dreams unfolded in starkly different scenes. One found himself in a vibrant garden, leisurely strolling through it, absorbing the boundless joy of its tranquility and beauty. The other dreamt of himself competing in a thrilling competition, ultimately triumphing and truly experiencing the exhilaration of success.

I don't know how much time has passed. The long night unfolds like a deep and mysterious scroll, quietly unfolding and silently closing. As dawn breaks, the first faint but hopeful ray of light, like a golden sword, pierces the darkness and streams into the room through the window. Like a gentle hand, it gently touches every corner of the room, bringing a touch of warmth and gradually awakening the two people who are lost in sleep.

They slowly awoke, their eyelids fluttering slightly, as if touched by the faint light of dawn. When their eyes fully opened, their gazes met, like two bolts of lightning colliding in the air, setting off countless sparks. Deep within their eyes, endless tenderness and sweetness surged, as if the entire world had paled in that moment. Only each other was the most important thing in their lives, capable of easily plucked at the tenderest chords within their hearts.